"The title is obvious"

"The title is obvious" -- that's what the sticky note on this old piece of paper says. My (great-grand) Uncle Pat once sent me some poems written by my great-grandfather, his brother. I can't find the one I want, but I thought I'd type the following one for posterity. (People worry about hard drive crashes, but I've lost ever so much more to moving vans.)

There's a lot of people looking for me,
I'll be there's a hundred guys;
With the kind of nets that people use
When they hunt for butterflies.

A lot of folks think I'm crazy--;
But there's a lot that folks don't know,
I guess they think I flipped my lid
When my girl quit me for Joe.

I'm smart; I'm not crazy,
I figgured out what to do
So good ole Joe could have my girl
And I could have her too

The Police are looking for me though,
So the television said,--
They said they'd found her body
But they couldn't find her head.

And they won't find it, either,
'Cause they won't ever know
That I put the head in a paper sack
And mailed the sack to Joe.

Good ole Joe,
He'll sure be proud of me
When he opens up that paper sack
And sees what he's gonna see.

There's one thing that's kinda funny--
I guess it's what she said;
She said, "I ain't got no body."
When I cut off her head.

Of course she had some body,
Looks like she oughta know
She was better off than a lotta girls,
'Cause she had me and Joe.

If the Police ever catch me,
I know what I'm gonna do;
I'm gonna get a knife and fork
And cut'em all in two.

And to show you I'm not crazy,
There's something else I know;--
I'm gonna keep the bodies
And send the heads to Joe.

A lot of folks will be surprised
Because they're gonna find
That good old Joe'll keep getting a head,
While I get a little behind.

Good old Joe.