Today this column shall shift from an old age to a young age demographic and feature a bit of creative writing the – old guy did for his children and their children in 1994 which works out to about 19 years ago, ere the writer ever laid fingertip to a word processor or imagined going public with his thoughts and opinion. When finished it was taken to a local business that dealt in secretarial work which typed it up all nice and proper, the price if memory serves, was 40 bucks for 20 copies.

Turns out the staff liked what they saw and without extra cost, delivered back the finished product in pamphlet form with a few minor illustrations and advised to copyright and commercialize it as a children’s book. A copyright was obtained but figured my chances of finding "literary" fame was about as good as running onto Elvis in check out down at the local super mart whilst yet I was stone-cold sober.

At the moment one copy is left to my possession, and for the tykes of all ages out there who read the Press Argus-Courier I hereby dedicate the story of Willie Shagill, a resourceful Ozarkian who surrounds himself with the basics and lives a laid back Appalachian-like kind of life far from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan concourse.

Though it is a jingle written especially for kids a few of my contemporaries may even know this guy. Meet my friend Mr. Shagill:

Willie Shagill

Had a house on the hill

A wella-ma-water out back

On the porch in the front

Lived a dog-ama-hunt

And a calico mouse-a-ma-cat

He had hoppity-hops

And flittity-flops

And a big green croakity frog

A squeal-ama pig He kept in a pen

Or was that a grunt-ama hog?

In the meadow sha-green

Was a thinga-machine

He called a cut-ama-grass

And he pulled it along

With a wheel-ama-deal

Three paces slower than fast

There was a talka-machine

And a ring-ama-ding

And a moving picture-ma-box

Some knickity-knacks

And some brickity bracks

Stuffed down in the toe of his sox

Yes Willie Shagill

Had a house on the hill

A well-ama-water out back

On the porch in the front

Lived a dog-ama-hunt

And a calico mouse-ama-cat

There were grass-ama-hops

And clippity clops

All kinds of thing-ama-sorts

Like cluckity-clucks

And quack-ama-ducks

He hauled in the back

Of a horse-ama-cart

There was a cockle-de-do

And root-ama- roo too

And one big bull-ama horn

A shackity-shack

And a sackity-sack

Chock full of shell-ama corn

And a skunk


And buzzard-ma-goozers

And a great big honk-ama-horn

A paddle-ma-whack

With some tackledy-tack

Hanging from a beam in the barn

And a trunk

There were milk-ama-cows

And a butt-ama-goat

But not one uni-ma-corn

Why everyone knows

That creature is naught

But a plain old horse-ama-horn

There were thing-ama-jigs

With wiggly-wigs

And even some caw-ama-crows

A mac-ama-doo

That talks like we do

And everyone wants one of those

Willie Shagill had a cart-ama-wheel

And a hundred other neat things

Animals too, like a kang-ama-roo

You know those jump-ama-things?

There were rak-ama-coons

And loony-ma-loons

That lived by a water-ma-lake

Fish-ama-roos and water snakes too

Or was that a bite-ama-snake?

There were clink-ama-things

And buzz-ama-things

Song-ama-birds in the trees

Mag-ama-pies and lantern-ma-flies

And even some gull-ama-seas

There was a path in the back

To a rickety shack

Past a patch of shell-ama-corn

A bell-ama-thing

That went clangity-clang

Out by the hay-ama-barn

There were flippity-flips

And zippity-zips

And even a clackity-clack

But it drove him insane

And he hated the thing

So he stored it away in his shack

Out back

He played a twangy-de-twang

With a bangy-de-bang

And a tune on a fiddle-de-do

Danced a jiggity-jig

With a ziggity-zig

In worn out old boot-ama-shoes

He built a jing-ama-ling

From a clock-ama-spring

And wound it up with a crank

A stubborn old tool

That kicked like a mule

So he called it his blankity-blank

Yes Willie Shagill

Had a house on the hill

A well-ama-water out back

On the porch in the front

Lived a dog-ama-hunt

And a calico mouse-ama-cat

He lived in a world

Of whirl-ama-whirl

Of things too numerous to mention

Some made by man

Some made by God

And some of his own invention.