The catalogue came last week
And there on page seventeen
Was the prettiest little woman
That Buford had ever seen.

At forty seven ninety nine
The woman really did look nice
And with the shipping throwed in free
You really couldn’t beat the price.

He sent his order right away.
And told Hank, his friend, about it.
Now Hank, a high school graduate,
Was very quick to doubt it.

“With Hank’s fancy education”,
Buford thought, “That’s how much he knows.
Wait ‘till he sees what came today.
The mailman brought me all her clothes!”