Cod on the Fridge

  Here, Grandma. Play your banjo.   “No way, child. There’s witches on the briar And a cod on the fridge. They’re out back brewing Syrup thick as pigs.”   Here, Grandma. Let me stop the wagon   “There’s the house. Inside I go. Oh! Cousin Jimmy! Why you naked like that?”   “Cheers, Mabel.…