Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2013
PARDON THE GATOR
There was this Gator farm down in the south;
Plenty of Gator tail, plum fill your mouth.
It came down to Thanksgiving, when little Brenda Sue;
Wanted to pardon a Gator, but what's one to do?
She pleaded with Pa, the President let's one live;
A Turkey is pardoned, it's one life to give!
Pa shook his head...Brenda, this is a farm;
Gators are our living, don't be so alarmed!
But, she cried and she pouted, just let one go;
Back to the swamp, no one will know.
We can say it escaped, with blessings good-bye;
The Lord will bless it, back to Gator sky!
But, Pa still refused, his mind was made;
Gator meat for the table, Gator hide for the shade.
So Brenda Sue, snuck out back;
Gators in the pit, Pa had quite a pack.
She took a stick and poked around;
Trying not to fall in, trying not to drown!
And found one little Gator, who didn't have a clue;
Either busting for freedom or eating Brenda Sue...
But, she coaxed him out, put him in a sack;
Drug him over the road, don't you be coming back!
And proclaimed, "Here you go Gator, I pardon you free...
Go live your life, your life to be!"
Brenda Sue went back home and ate her dinner;
Only she knew the truth, one Gator was winner.
Yes, only she...knew the truth, she'll tell them later;
That every Thanksgiving, she pardons a Gator!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Kirk Carter 11/2013