Mudkicker

She was three-quarter Kelsey with mossy glossy hair, She was a stompdown mudkicker and her mug was fair.

Whenever we'd be laying around late at night and we'd hear a toilet flush somewhere in the building, Mike would say “Uh, uh, there's one of them mudkickers again,” and he'd run up and chase them out, yelling “G'wan, you didn't pay no room rent around here, scat!"

Within a month the Michigan mudkicker found her new master and the naive young pimp was stuck with a brace of howling crumb crushers.

Doesn't matter if these boys are illiterate mudkickers or college boys. They'll still aim that musket and do their best to kill that scoundrel over there who might be trying to do the same thing back.

They are just as superstitious as some mudkickers who believe in any kind of signs.