Copperhead
Mr. Copperhead went to the copper mines
to see what fortunes he could find
Pick and shovel followed close behind
On a burrow named Ole Bleu
Mr. Copperhead was boon-town sick
He struck so much ore
Even pranced around like he was city slick
Though Ole Bleu toted the pick and shovel
And now the sacks of ore too
With all the excitement Mr. Copperhead had forgot
As he should not
To give Good Ole Bleu the Lil Sugar that
He had promised once they got back into town
Instead he slithered into the nearest saloon
Asked Saray Jane to play him a tune
She was obliging to do so of course
When out came Lil Sugar to sing a little tune
Sweet as can be she looked round the room
For Ole Bleu
Who was no where's to see
Upon finishing the chord
Mr. Copperhead was trashed
Said he would finish all that he'd started
After taking a nap
Well Ole Bleu didn't take to kindly to that
In fact that Ole Burrow knew a trick or two of his own
He made sure Ole Mr. Copperhead was asleep
Then down to the minters he did creep
Made a lot of cents or so they say
Got gussied up for his Lil Sugar
They drank carrot juice and ate bales of hay
Mr. Copperhead awoke after three days to learn
That Ole Bleu had made the mint and laid claims
On the ore mines leaving him to hiss in a fit
As he slithered out of town
Thinking that if he had only given Ole Bleu the Sugar
He had promised he'd still have his ore
Mean while Ole Bleu and His lil Filly Sugar
Were down at the livery getting ready to be hitched
Seeing as now they were filthy rich
As Mr. Copperhead slithered
Down to a town called old dusty ditch
Copyright Adell1 © 2006
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2008
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