The McDonaldland Klan.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

The McDonaldland Klan.

Listen up now, try to understand,
And I’ll introduce you to McDonaldland,
The crew is crazy, there is no doubt,
They turn all your tho’ts inside out,
The craziness of the crew is a lot of fun,
But the best comes when the work is done,
This is when managers go berserk,
And it’s a slap in your face and ice down your shirt,
One particular manager I have in mind,
Sprays bug spray and “maybe” acts gay all the time,
The young wedded one sings like Little Bo Peep,
I just hope I’m on his schedule next week,
Kiddo, I tho’t, was bright and concerned,
But his brain took a walk and never returned,
One’s on the short side as everyone sees,
This quality makes her quite easy to tease,
Now the manager we all like to call Anna,
Might notta know how, but she thinka she canna,
Tracy, you see, now he’s the one,
With the habit of calling everyone son,
There’s a little one that still looks like a child,
But when told throws fits and goes totally wild,
The head of the gang is a bit of a ham,
I won’t be mean ‘cos he won’t give a damn,
The owner works right along with the crew,
And all in all is as crazy as you,
This is where I aint’ I and you ain’t you,
It’s WillyToad*, 'possum, Peanut and Pooh,
There’s more details I can think of right off hand,
But for the most part that’s McDonaldland.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production