Twas da Night Befoe
Twas the night befoe the Muster, when all thru tha shack,
Not a creature was stirrin, not even that potlickin dog I keep out back,
I just got home from the bait house and headed fer bed,
I had visions of Flagging jugs runnin all thru ma head,
I could already hear tha gang yellin, wanna bet…wanna bet….…
Hurry hurry GET THA NET.
Ther wuz Medula, Piper and Ben, T-111-5, Wayne and Tracker,
You can bet they aint a slacker,,,
As I laid there and listened to my areator in the next room,
I jus knew she would find my bait in the bathroom,
The essence of stink bait filled the air,
We wuz going fishin dint noboby care…
I squinted at the clock to check the time,
Man dis is hard to make it rym,
Just as I started to doze, I heard dis awful clatter,
I sprung from tha bed to see whatsda matter,
I fumbled and stumbled and turned on tha light,
Oh my god what a terrible sight,
There wuz blood and guts all over tha room,
Cuz I wasn’t sposed to be keeping bait in the bathroom,
He saw me as I raised ma gun,
Man, that cat sure could run,
As I looked on I got really really mad,
Thatcat eat all my shad,
I cleaned up tha mess as I listened to moma yell,
It wuzn’t long and she wuz over her hissy spell,
I finally made it back to tha bed,
I soon had visions of dem flagging jugs in ma head….
Dats it……