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And all through the trailer, Not a creature was stirrin', 'Cept a redneck named Taylor. Joe was his middle, And a-runnin' down his chin, Was a trickle of spittle. by the chimney with care, And therefore there was a foul stench in the air. And rousted the boys. Dud goin' on 10; Otis was 7. John, George and Chucky Were 5,4, and 3: The twins were both girls So they let them be. Threw a hat on each head, Then turned with a jerk. They ran to the gun rack That hung on the wall. There were 17 shotguns; They grabbed them all.
The last thing we wanna do is wake up yer Maw." Maw was expecting And needed her sleep, So out they crept out the door Without making a peep. The young'uns asked Bubba, "Paw, what is it?" Bubba just stared; He could not say a word. This was just like all of The stories he'd heard. But the boys didn't know; They was about to start shootin'! They aimed their shotguns and nearly made a mistake That would have resulted in venison steak. Bubba hollered out, "Don't shoot, boys!" That's Santy Claus And he's brought us some toys. And Bubba whistled, and shouted, And called them by name. "Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet! Quiet, Pete and Roscoe! Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!" Quit shakin the trailer, Or you'll make Santy fall!" The dogs kept a-barkin' And wouldn't shut up, And they trampled poor Pete Who was only a pup. Bubba got most, But left a few for the boys. Since the guns had been dropped He just might not die. The trailer started to wobble Santa started to worry. Just as the reindeer Got into the air, The trailer collapsed, But Bubba didn't care. He was busy lookin' At all his new toys. Then a thought hit him, And he said to the boys: "Go check on yer Maw, Make sure she's all right. That roof fallin' on her Could-a hurt just a might." They fixed up the trailer; It looked good as new. And as for Bubba, He liked Old St. Nick, But Santa thought Bubba Was a pure-in-tee hick! |
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