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Poems That Tickle My Feet I ---The Great Coon Hunt
The Great Coon Hunt - By Pat Gillem
Gil and Uncle Larry were coon hunters.
It was plain to see.
While they were hunting coon,
They were as happy as can be.
So they went to Farmer Brown,
To ask permission to hunt his place.
They didn’t like to trespass,
So they asked him face to face.
By all means he said,
I will gladly let you go.
But what he forgot to tell them,
Was to watch out for his Brahma bull.
Now Blue Bell was a Bluetick Hound,
With a voice as pretty as could be.
There was nothing more heavenly
Than when she yelled at a coon up a tree.
We climbed a couple of fences,
And sat down on a log.
We listened to the music,
Coming from that bluetick dog.
Suddenly that log moved,
And threw us in the air with a jump.
What we didn’t know is that
We were sitting on a Brahma’s hump!
We laid there on the ground
Trying to gather our wit,
While the bull stood there pawing the ground,
His fiery eyes were lit!
Hey, that bull’s mad at us I yelled,
And we started to run,
But that bull was faster than a bullet,
Shot from a shiny gun!
He hit us both with the tips of his horns,
And we flew into the air.
He hit us so hard and we went so high,
We could see the county fair!
And while we were flying through the air,
Uncle Larry looked at me with a smile,
Well Gil he said, I guess this qualifies us
For frequent flyer miles.
We hit the ground a runnin’,
Right past old Farmer Brown.
Where are you boys heading,
And Gil yelled, We’re going back to town!
Farmer brown looked all puzzled,
And yelled, What about poor Blue Bell?
And without breaking stride, Uncle Larry yelled back,
Send her through the mail!