Ode For My Second Son I knew a man in Carolina, Where the eatin' gets no finah, When on the night of a full moon, He barbecued hisself a coon. First he took it from its cage, Then buttered it and added sage, To roast it on an open fire. Fat dripped down, flames grew higher. It was so good he ate and ate, Then licked the juices from his plate. When at last what's left was none, Decided that his meal was done. And put the bones into the coals, Then gathered them in little bowls. He took them home where in his shop, He whacked them with a mighty chop. As he continued with his smashes, Bones became a pile of ashes, He put into a silver vial, He wears around his neck with style. Now he's a legend in that state, And often asked if he'll relate, The story of the big full moon, And how he ate the fatted coon. copyright ©2011 Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved