Foghorn Leghorn, shivering at the thought of another cold winter in his dilapidated roost, decides to court the well-to-do Miss Prissy, but Prissy won't marry him unless he can prove he'll be a good father to her son, a bespectacled egghead genius who, by scientific means, bests Foghorn in every game they play. Written by
Kevin McCorry <email@example.com>
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There's something kind of eeEEEEeeehh about a kid that's never played baseball.
September in the Rain
Music by Harry Warren See more