*A Rockin' Chair Story*
I pulled out my galoshes "Bout once or twice a week
When gramps and I went Fishin' on the Banks of Fable Creek
The critters caterwaulin' and the Lightnin' Bugs jus' thick
I remember my first fishin' pole, a bobber an' a stick
We laughed about my cousin Corky's onery family pranks
An' I recall my first catch give my pole a couple yanks
My eyes got big as saucers when I pulled my trophy in
The underfow had tricked me an' I hooked a rusty tin
Gramps jus' rolled his eyes and chuckled "dont give up kiddo"
It werent too long we had a mess-a-fish enough to go
"What cha say", gramps asked, "we stop a spell to celebrate
With root beer floats at Earle's Drug Store; "fore it gets too late?"
Ma was peekin' out the glass time we came draggin' in
"you scalliways!", she'd say an' then give us both a grin
Gramps would fix a glass of buttermilk and sweet cornbread
while ma finished up the dishes an' then tucked me in the bed
She'd peck me on the cheek an' gently ruffle up my hair
Turn out the lights and whisper "don't forget to say your prayer"
Outside my bedroom window. a loon cried in the night
and as I closed my eyes nothin' ever felt so right
We'll go fishin' 'fore too long, I said to eyes like mine
and I'll buy you red glaoshes, all in the proper time
So close your peepers tight, an' sweet dreams my little one
Those fish are still a' bitin' for a father and his son