Raise'n Duck Cup To Da Grapes Of Wrath

(very nitty gritty alternate title: Noah wide
dee ya Hawaii got buried alive
since Dust Bowl of Dirty Thirties Okie Dokie)

Well there’s Hooverville
  on the edge of the river
haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard
   e’en with clothes will shiver

waiting for tension to be released
   like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open
   cuz day r all a failin'

unless salvation does da liver
from a stingy farmer
   nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya

in battered up truck n wailin' wah wah
ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den –
   ‘cept un shaw
if me pa

will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car –
   rears into grand prix hoopla
an win free dim lifts us lock a hawk,

   this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha
migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah

Rose of Sharon wool extend
   da family tree
dat ma will live to see
re:

charging the Joad jalopy
   in part from me
tink rin hands dat like ta mess
   with oil hand stains
one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn

An huh tha red badge of courage
   upon this Okie
hunched o’er with stiff back
   while wounded knee

continually bunged up with utter glee
at engine cough fin smoke
   to git us free
whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.