They say it was Jake's shenanigans
that started the donnybrook,
he the practical joker
in search of the perfect schnook.

He'd gone to the honky tonk that night
to find a twit to trump
when in through the door walked his ideal mark -
a totally clueless chump.

Certain he'd boggle the bumpkin's mind -
pull the wool right over his eyes -
instead he bungled the scam so bad
the simpleton got wise.

Jake thought he'd found his patsy -
a clodhopper, a schnook,
but the knuckles on that knucklehead
did form one MEAN left hook!

Jake fancied himself a dilly,
but he didn't know diddly squat.
He started the night quite full of himself,
but his mark got the parting shot.

You've never seen such a brouhaha
or heard such an awful rumpus,
all because of a jokester
who acted a bit too bumptious.

Both punches and accusations flew
as people ran higgledy-piggledy.
To think this hoopla all was caused
by bumbling, brash tomfoolery.

So what did Jake the trickster do
when he found himself embattled?
Turned tail toward the nearest door
and through it he skedaddled!