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Dedicated to my late father, who turned 100 March 30th.

When I was five, did not feel well

Pop: Could it be the measles?

Was ill, Pop took me to the Doc

Doc: It's not measles 

We were in a Michael's store

Pop: How'd you like an easel?

Took one, didn't pay for it 

Pop stole the easel

My Pop drives a Mercedes Benz 

Takes regular or diesel?

You have a Mercedes Benz?

Gas? Should be diesel 

We were at the gas station 

'Son, fill 'er up with diesel'

Spilled some of it on the ground

'Mop up that diesel'

Pop: Two hillbillies talking 

'What's in the bag?' 'A weasel'

'What you gonna eat tonight?'

'I'll eat the weasel'

'How will you prepare it, then?

How you eat a weasel?'

'I'll pop him in the microwave 

Pop in the weasel'

'That weasel, he sure is big

He'll fit in there?'  'With ease, will

I'll use my axe and chop him up

Chop up the weasel'

Pop's girlfriend's Louise

They had a fight, called him a weasel

Even though she called him that 

Pop loves Louise still

Stop! Please stop! I've had enough

Enough about the weasel!

Ok, the subject I will drop

Stop! No more weasel