When the winds get to blowin' And the sirens speak my name, I take a deep breath,grit myTeeth, I feel like I'm taking steps to the guillotine! I take my dogs,radio and flash light, Down into the CELLAR and into the night. But I HATE that place with all the dank and musty smells,and the creepy crawlies with all my might! I tip-toe into the hell hole with lightning flashing into the air, Along with the cursing I wish I didn't have to go in there!
I'm just about came to the conclusion that I think I'd fight a TWISTER and THAT I would NOT be a' Fond of; But THAT would be better than fighting off a grand-daddy-long-legs, Thousand-Legger or worse, a AN-A CON-DA!!!