Toodles Mr. Jim. You cherry picker. Toodles I say so long. Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler. Sing 'em all your happy song. It's today today someday. By your grave. I say toodles Mr. Jim. You cherry picker. Taught me so well. How to spell those red in. And. And. Hey. You know she deserved that nose. Splattered and swattered blood in my hands. Not a nice day for your little girl. But you came to my aid instead. But now it's toodles Mr. Jim. You cherry picker. Build that ladder well. Teach me just where those boys can climb. When they've got a spell. Toodles Mr. Jim. You are my sweet favourite neighbor of them all. Let them girls go to their parties. I don't care cause I'm with you still. "That was toodles Mr. Jim. Mr. Jim died two weeks ago. And he taught me how to pick cherries. And I punched his daughter in the nose. Because she was mean. Mr. Jim was good". (posto por Andréia da Fonseca Rodriguez)