In the tiny community
of Watery Hole;
everybody knew about
Winston Oslo

Every night he'd curl up,
in his cozy lil' bed;
fluff his feathered pillow
and rest his weary head

Ol' Winston was a smart man,
though he never had a diploma;
at night when he slept,
you'd swear he was in a coma!

In the twilight of darkness,
night creatures made their stalk;
Winston would rise up from his bed,
and take his nightly walk

Straight from his bedroom,
and out the front door;
like a zombie on a mission,
you could hear his rampant snore!

From the grass of his lawn,
to the asphalt of the street;
Winston would take his nightly stroll
with no shoes on the soles of his feet

Anyone having a midnight snack,
could peek through their open window;
and walking through the neighborhood,
was good ol' Winston Oslo!

Folks who didn't know would ask...
"who's that prowler stalking?!"
"pay him no mind"...they'd quickly reply,
"it's only Winston walking!"

On down Main Street,
past the old soda shop;
from there, by the post office,
Winston wouldn't stop!

He'd slow up by the Baptist church,
to bow his balding head;
readjust his pajama bottoms,
then continue the walk of the dead

On down the winding roads,
across the tracks he'd roam;
Winston had the nose of a hound dog,
by dawn he was always home

One night our friend went a bit too far,
by then it was all too late;
Winston took a fatal detour,
which led to the interstate!

A big ol' semi wiped him out!
he was spread across the county;
the driver failed to render aid,
officials had issued a bounty!

His spirit still roams 'round Watery Hole,
at least that's what many claim;
if anyone asks... "who's that walking?!",
tell 'em Winston Oslo is his name!