Pardon The Gator

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