THE LOCH LOOSE GOOSE TRUCE!
I was hunting in far off Loch Loose,
In the woods near St. Patty’s dam,
When I spied an aging goose,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am,
And I was so hungry,
So, I wasn’t choose-y,
I grabbed my gun, see,
And shot that ole’ goose-y,
But then it grabbed my gun,
And shot me back, BAMM!
So, we both lay bleedin’ at the settin’ sun,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am!
So, now, me and ole’ goose-y
Are best chums, by damn,
If you can’t beat ‘em or eat ’em, don’t be choose-y,
Just as sure as I’m sure I am! 🙂
SOUTHERN WRITER 