Hooray for Dollywood

Gosh, tomorrow I'll be back in TN. Wow. The Vol-in-Law asked me if we could go to Dollywood. I said "Sure, we can." I've never been, myself. I didn't go when it was Silver Dollar City, and I've never made it since Dolly opened her theme park.

The ViL hasn't checked the admission prices. Forty bucks and change each. Holy moly, that's pricey. For that kind of money, I want a complimentary blonde wig.

I'm thinking I should have gone in those derelict years when it wasn't anything. My theme park visits at Pigeon Forge were limited to Porpoise Island. Anybody remember that? My Oak Ridge grandfather loved that place, we went every year. I can still remember the thrill of watching the young Polynesians twirling flaming batons in grass skirts. That's gotta be a fire hazard.

Anyway, before I figured out how dear Dollywood tickets* are, I composed this little ditty. Apologies to Mr Johnny Mercer.

Hooray for Dollywood
That screwy, ballyhooey Dollywood!

And any barn maid
Can be a star maid
If she dances with or without a fan
Hooray for Dollywood!

Where you're terrific
if you're even good!
where anyone who can do some pickin'
can be the next Little Jimmy Dickens

Come on and try your luck
You could be Owens [comma]Buck
Hooray for Dollywood!

Hooray for Dollywood!
That phony, not so tony, Dollywood

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* Maybe we'll check out Euro Dollywood instead, that's in Alabama.