Oh, Mister bucket you are so sweet.
Though I think you are a bit lonely
Empty without something to fill you.
You are in a field without your cow buddies
To keep you company.
You are on your side,
Pushed over by the angry wind.
You are just a simple black bucket
A little worn from the years.
Now you sit on your side, empty,
Neglected by the farmer and the cows.
But I would get out of this car,
Jump over the fence,
And grab you up and take you home!
If it wasn't illegal.
Oh, Mister Bucket I will miss you so.
Down the road
I tried to tell my mom about the empty bucket.
But she passed me off as crazy
And ran over the rabbit that was crossing the road.