I was walking in the woods one day

In the merry month of May   (couldn't resist)

I was smoking a fatty

Hey, what can I say

I stopped by this stump

I had to take a wee

When a big hairy dude

Jump out from behind a tree

He sniffed the air

He looked at the joint

And with a dirty fingernail

He began to point

So I passed him the doobie

It was gone in one great hit

And as he turned to leave

I thought I heard him say "Good sh*t"

         THE END