Dixie Pixie

 
I am a Dixie Pixie;
I’m Southern through and through.
I’m “bless your heart,” and “kiss my grits”
And “I am fixin’ to.”
 
My mama's named Magnolia
And I am Nolie Two,
My Daddy dud’n like his name
Because it’s Okra Stew!
 
Now me—I’m full of mischief—
On humans I play tricks;
Dad says, “Now you take care, ya’ hear.”
But I say, “Fiddlesticks!”
 
One day I poured some beet juice
In Pete’s pup’s water bowl
Pete’s a grumpy little kid—
I thought his mom would scold.
 
I hovered up above to watch,
As tickled as could be,
But pup stepped in the water bowl—
Beet juice all over me!
 
 Well, now I’ve got another name,
I’ll have awhile, I ‘speck;
Dad shook his head and laughing, said,
“Looks like you're a Red-Neck.”
 
I reckon that name’s better
Than the one he thought up first:
“Tricky Dixie Pixie,” ugh—
That one was "THE worst."