he wanted to snuff and smother the fire but was at a loss
She had gotten out of control, and was now tasting some moss.
She ran through the forest, and high up on elm hill.
Heading toward his pride and joy, his moonshining still.
He ran toward the fire begging her to please stop.
But instead, she jumped a fence and took another little hop.
She was heading toward his neighbor’s barn, he was in trouble now.
No, I have no idea, he liked to the firemen, a forest fire, wow!
a glowing spirit moon awaits chemistry to open its gateway
T’was a strange and spooky sight to see,
All that smoke risin’ above the trees,
And the tale some told made the heart jump,
“Rabbit’s cookin’ cabbage in the swamp”.
The smoke floatin’ o’er that muddy den,
From a moonshiner well known as sin,
His young’uns and kin stoked up the still,
Sold it as sure fire cure for all ills.
T’was a custom in that lowland swamp,
Long time-honored circumstance and pomp,
For a country hoe down in the barn,
Where yelling’ could start a fire alarm.
Gi’tar, Fiddle, Banjo, mandolin,
Jammin’ and singin’ with big ole grins,
Y’all come and eat some real redneck stew,
Dance bare foot but skip that cabbage brew.
Rabbit was cookin’ up his special brew,
Cause steam was arisin’ to the blue,
Git your madam and those dancin’ clogs,
Go stompin’ at mudtail’s wetland ball.
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