Momma's Fancy Laced Boots

Momma went trappin' till noon, fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en gone fishin', also trappin’ fat coon… so she was a dragin' er ole’ berlap full - of game, as well, 'like money in… 'er til' ~ by thee light, of ay full moon... Seven siblings doin' chores causin'... Momma needed money so soon, Grandpa en a Pop'a were a knockin' down all those logs - for Coors, quickly Momma chasin' chickens, while rescelin'... in there pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs, why she was buzy a slippin' en a slidein'... into a sink hole, an a trippin' over pa’ pa's logs, frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin' right through her hands... While Grandpa was a brewin', good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash... fer what she longed fer sure, Momma ney're could save 'er cent of cash, ner're enough mash-ale fer er dough, unerring though ~ down to her country-store... She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'... into one of her swamp boats, all traps all bottle ale, so Momma went a paddlin'... certain, per'aps fer her new pair, so needin’ of them ere fancy laced ~ Combat Boots “Now remember to call your Mom too”