I was looking for the truth

I climbed up on my roof

The view from there was way up high

My foot slipped and I started to cry

I rolled over and over a few times and took to the air

I thought I would break some bones but I didn’t care

I landed on top of my huge fat Uncle Bill

He made a wheezing sound and asked for a heart attack pill

That was his code for a pint of whiskey

It turned his cheeks pink and made him frisky

So, I ran and got him his booze and some ice

And concluded that I’d found the truth and it was very nice