John the trucker

Howdy folks,

My name is John,

and I'm a passionate trucker.

Here's the story of how I became a thumb-sucker.

I was on the highway,

doing my usual tour,

From Hagen to Witten,

across the Ruhr.

That's my favorite way to drive,

88 miles an hour on the A45!

Halfway through, I really had to eat,

Was about to open my lunchbox full of meat.

But I cut little Thumbkin on the latch,

Unlucky for me

— I didn't have a patch.

Blood on my hand,

I did what a man had to do,

Put him in my mouth and started to suck

— woo-hoo! I felt nice and comfy,

and I just couldn't stop,

Back home I told my wife,

bought her flowers from a shop. (woo-hoo!)

She laughed at me and said,

“How cute!”

I knew tonight she wouldn't play my flute.

I whined in bed till I remembered my own satisfier,

Always with me, stuck to my hand

— the natural pacifier!

So that's the story of how I,

John the trucker,

became one happy thumb-sucker!