My Huntin Tale

This free totin barn shootin lowse Once hunted for a mean growse I wanted a bigun for my spowse I ain't talkin bout no widdle mouse On a sultri afternoon besides my howse I went huntin for some tasty jowls I took some urin from one of my spodded cows Rubbed it on my tanned raw hide a horny critter to rowse About ten for noon I did a rabid coon espowse It came at me with bared teeth and angry growlse It jumpt down my ass soked pants my honor to jowse We run up a pecan tree; it was like two squiruls in a nuthowse I shucked him from my trowsers and flew down that tree strate to the outhowse He follered close on my heels scurryin thru the door like a drunkin bowse Afearin for my life I pulled down my pants and with my canin that vermun did dowse A contry tale to raddle your nurves