Tony's on the Big Hunt Now!
Ole Ton was home a huntin', just a thinkin' about nuffin'
Always slow drivin', after dark had gathered round
The moon above the mountain, it seemed to be acountin'
A million little coon eyes lookin' down!
Have you ever stopped to ponder about all those stars up yonder
Maybe bein' coon eyes lined up on a fence
Well, the thought it got me going, and the idea kept a growin'
And I have felt a little better ever since!
Well, that Foreman way up yonder, he's really quite a wonder
He'll show you grace and teach you how to mourn!
And any night you're a gazin', you'll see the coon eyes grazin'
In the Foreman's Milky Way of corn!
And somehow I keep thinkin', as I watch those eyes a blinkin'
About ole Ton--he bein' wise and some to spare!
His gold chariot's in the corn fields with old Maggie chasing coon heels
Serving that Great Foreman a huntin' coon up there!
Uncle Richard--he's a driving and Billy Joe's contrivin'
Directing where to turn when there's no need.
Ole Ton, he's riding shot gun, ribbin' both but just for fun
Til they hear him shout, " Maggie's treed!"
Their chariot burns across the heavens, with not even one misgivin'
As they pile that vector with their ringtail catch
The Great Foreman's whoopin' loudly, as He rewards the hunters proudly
For protecting that great Milky Way corn patch!
Betty Renfroe September 2018