Pass the pen there billy bob, I’ll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I’ll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me down a crayon, and I’ll draw a mighty oak.
’cause of all my brother masons, I’m the quickest with a joke.
Catch me in the right light, you’ll see my shapes shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, I’m hung just above the knees.
You may have difficulty catchin’ breath, when you hear my weighty name.
I’m the one that told you, told you so, they calls me TWWIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYYYY
