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September 26, 2010

Another poem from grand-daughter, this one about me

Filed under: Family — Freddie Keel @ 6:37 pm
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         NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT        

WHEN FREDDIE WAS A YOUNG UN, HE LIKED TO GO OUT HUNTIN'
HE'D HUNT STAG AND DOVE AND DOE AND MOOSE
HE WOULD NOT LET NOTHING LOOSE
NOT EVEN BIRD OR SQUIRREL OR GOOSE
HE'D SLAY THE NEAREST BEAR I HEARD
HE'D EVEN SLAY A HARMLESS BIRD
HE'D HUNT PIGEON AND SWAN AND WOLF AND BUCK
HE'D SLAY BUFFALO AND STAG AND HARE AND DUCK
THEY'D TRY TO RUN BUT NO, NO LUCK
HE'D HUNT ALL DAY, HE'D HUNT ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

YOUNG FREDDIE LIKED TRAPPIN'
ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WERE SNAPPIN'
HE'D TRAP THROUGH RAIN OR HALE OR FOG
HE'D TRAP THROUGH SNOW OR SWAMPY BOG
JUST TO GET ONE SCRAWNY HOG
BEWARE OH FOOLISH COON
OR YOUR FATE YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON
HE'D TRAP FOX AND POSSUM AND WEASEL AND RABBIT
OH, WHEN WILL FRED QUIT THIS CRAZY HABIT ?
HE'D TRAP ALL DAY, HE'D TRAP ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

WHEN FREDDIE WAS A KID, HE LIKED TO WAIT AND SIT
HE'D WAIT FOR A SALMON, STRONG AND STOUT
HE'D WAIT FOR PERCH
HE'D WAIT FOR TROUT
HE WOULD SIT OUT BY THE LAKE
NOT CARING HOW LONG, IT WOULD TAKE
HE'D FISH ALL DAY, HE'D FISH ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

SHOOT YOUNG FREDDIE WOULD
NO MATTER WHERE HE STOOD
FROM VERY CLOSE TO FAR AWAY
THE STAG WAS THERE, WAS THERE TO STAY
FROM IN BETWEEN THE TREES
WAS FREDDIE ON HIS KNEES
THE DEER WOULD SAY O PLEASE
JUST LEAVE MY FAMILY IN PEACE
FOR THAT WISE DEER NEW ALL TO WELL
THAT WAS THE LAST THING HE'D EVER TELL
HE'D SHOOT ALL DAY, HE'D SHOOT ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

THE CROSSBOW WAS FREDDIE'S FAVORITE
HE'D DO ANYTHING TO SAVE IT
ARCH HE WOULD WITH ALL HIS MIGHT
NOTHING WOULD PUT UP A FIGHT
EXCEPT THAT YOUNG STUPID BOAR
CHARGING AT HIM WITH A ROAR
THE BOAR WAS BIG
BUT FREDDIE'S BOW WAS BIGGER
HE'LL FIND OUT WHEN FRED PULLS THE TRIGGER
HE'D ARCH ALL DAY, HE'D ARCH ALL NIGHT, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT IN SIGHT 

SO BEWARE MY ANIMAL FRIENDS
BEWARE OF FREDDIE'S HUNTING TRENDS
OR IT WILL BE YOUR FOREVER END

1 Comment »

  1. Way to go Bethany. Great poem!!!

    Comment by Jill — September 28, 2010 @ 7:24 pm | Reply


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