Radical Sabbatical
I was sittin in the crook of a white oak tree
when I saw six monsrers
or maybe three
I got real scared at first you know,
'cause they all had eyes as white as snow
they spread a blanket 'neath my perch
and started in to havin church!
one big furry sort of guy
said a prayer up to the sky
that's when he caught sight of me
and reached and caught me by the knee
He pulled me down into his lap
and let me wear his baseball cap
I laughed and punched him in the arm
He said"Son we don't mean no harm.".
"We ain't doin nothin radical,we're just here
on a sabbatical.Monster Land is mighty cold,
and all of us is gettin old.See we're just tourists
on a trip
thats when I give that guy the slip
I up and run to Grandpa's farm
He said"They won't do no harm,He saidThem fellers
come each year
they call 'em Big Foot around here
They's just cold monsters from across the nation
who come to Florida on vacation.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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