“That’s right!
There ain’t nuthin’ wrong
with sittin’ on a swing,
swung from a live-oak-tree,
swingin’ in the shade
on a hot summer’s day
whether chores be done or not!

That’s right, chil’,
‘course you ain’t hurtin’ no body!

There ain’t nuthin’ wrong
with swimmin’ neked in that pond
everybody comes to
just outside o’ town!
Leave you’ dress there
on the grass
with your towel and shoes.
Maybe, for if some clown comes ’round
gettin’ all bug-eyed and giggly
’round sundown,
loop your undies ’round your neck
so’s to come out from da water
with only your pride showin’!
An’ if no one cares,
well, let the breeze,
like the Spirit,
blow where it wills,
unencumbered.
Besides, Honey,
no matter what you does,
everybody gonna wanna
kiss your sweet little ass!
And der ain’t nuthin’ wrong wid that,
or sneakin’ to the carnival-come-to-town
on a warm Sabbath Eve,
or dozing in the cool comfort
of a warn-smooth-pew
while the congregations “Halleluahs!”
fade to quiet murmurs.

See?
“Wrong’
is a slippery word,
round here ’bouts,
wigglin’ like a eel on a hook.
Just let it riggle!
Don’t pay it no mind
nor let it spoil your fun-time.
Ignore it as you would
a squallin’ chile
itchin’ for attention.
Let that irritatin’ brat
ware his self out flat,
soothed down by his own tantrum
like a body-cream-balm.

You just go on, now,
enjoy what you may.
There ain’t nothin’- wrong,
no matter what that ol’ preacher say.