Oak Cliff Bra

Sittin' on the front porch

In Oak Cliff

With my bra

Watchin' some cars go by

A lady with a baby

With only one shoe

Walks by

Baby on her shoulder

Has his mouth open

More than his eyes

Where's his other shoe?

A little bird is bathin'

On the driveway

In a puddle of old rain

A station wagon honks

And swerves and almost

Hits a squirrel

The squirrel gets crazy eyed

And zippers back and forth

Across the pavement

Talk about close calls