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Story poem 'bout them rascally rodents |
| Groundhog Night Where ya goin with that shotgun, Pa? Ain't ya sleepin here with us and Ma? Why ya sneakin out in the middle o' night? Are ya lookin to give some crook a fright? Dontcha remember when just last fall Me precious garden, groundhog ate it all I swore to God I'd catch that vermin And offer him a shotgun sermon I'm afixin to shoot that crafty critter Afore he breed another litter I'll send that rodent back to sleep This frozen earth will be his keep Sure I 'member when ya went a'huntin That fat woodchuck who kept on gruntin And shot yourself in ya big old toe Cursin and cussin like a two bit hoe Mary-Lou!! Wash ya mouth out now Where'd ya learn such talkings foul Now git to bed ya little scamp Outside his burro' I'll make me camp And so it was that Ole Tuck did wait Where woodchuck went to hibernate When just on dawn the early bird sang Followed closely by a frightful bang! Hey Ma! Come quick! Mary Lou did shout Pa fell asleep 'fore woodchuck came out Better git the phone - dial up nine one one He tripped the trigger and shot Pa's bum. 28 odd lines |