A Little Toe Tappin’ While I’m Gone
February 28, 2013
The Hog Blog went to Mississippi, he was lookin’ for a hog to kill
He was in a bind, ’cause he was way behind, and he was lookin’ to make a deal
He came across a young boar rubbin’ on a fence post and making a mess
The Hog Blog jumped up on a hickory stump, he said, hog, let me tell you this.
You’re a mighty fine specimen, but give the Hog Blog his due
I got a bullet of gold, against your soul, says I got more friends than you
The hog said, my name’s Wilbur, and it it might be a sin,
but I’ll take your bet and you’re gonna regret, ’cause I’m the most popular that’s ever been.
Then the Hog Blog opened up his case, and he said I’ll start this show.
And fire flew from the muzzle as he zeroed in his scope.
He tossed the empty in the creek, and it made an evil hiss.
But no one came to see the show, something was amiss.
When he finished, Wilbur laughed, well you’re pretty good old son.
But look around, you’re all alone, nobody didn’t come.
Then he played..
Corn on the mountain run boys run
Apples and berries gotta gitcha some!
Punkins and taters and watermelon too
And here came the hogs, two by two
And when he finished the Hog Blog smiled, grinned from ear to ear
and as those hogs came trotting in, he shot them far and near
Wilbur screamed, “you sonofabitch”, what did you just do?
But then the Hog Blog grinned, took careful aim, and then shot Wilbur too.