Okay, okay. This is the story about a little boy named Alphonse who was growin' up near where I live, on Bayou Black. Also growin up there on the bayou was a little alligator that Alphonse loved to tease and scare. Every day little Alphonse would throw a stick or a rock at the little alligator, and the terrified little reptile would splash into the water and swim off back into the swamp. This went on for every day, during the winter, spring, summer and fall.

Well, time passed, as time does, until one day, the little alligator wasn't so little anymore. But that didn't stop little Alphonse from teasin' the alligator. One day little Alphonse noticed the alligator half in the water and half out of the water, doing a little mud sun bathing. So little Alphonse picked up a stick and he threw it at the alligator, expecting to see that little gator splash back into the water and head back into the swamp.

Well, I mean to tell ya, this alligator was no longer in the mood for being teased and taunted. A whole year's worth of anger had built up in that little alligator, so out from the water he came... he come-a splashin', and he took to chasin' little Alphonse. Alphonse ran and ran and ran, as fast as he could, with that little alligator's big sharp teeth chompin' right behind him... and let me tell you, friends - "behind" is the key word here!

Little Alphonse jumped up onto a cypress tree and started to climb. That alligator then jumped up and snapped at little Alphonse as he was headin' up dat tree. Little Alphonse almost got pulled off the tree, and then he looked down behind him - and hangin' out of the alligator's mouth was the seat of Alphonse's pants.