Running Beagle Dogs
Here I am running dogs
When my wife did call
I didn't hear a word she said
But boys listen to ol bell ball
Around a briar thicket
I see the rabbit now
It just rushed by me
As if to say "Holy cow!"
Fred, you better fetch your hound
He's done hit a deer again
And son, he's moving it out
He just turned around the bend
Boys listen to that race
I can tell each ones voice
For I have ran these a lot
They sure make some pretty noise
Listen to buttons he's at it again
Straightening out those checks
He sure has the brains for that
Part of my line-breeding effect
Here they come again boys
Out through that grove of trees
It's a good thing it's not fall
Or they might lose him in the leaves
Now listen to that music boys
Better than any radio can play
Yes sir that is fine music boys
We couldn't have picked a better day
Uh oh boys they just hushed
I bet it went in the hole
Yep, here they come back now
Are you ready for another show
Well, betty just jumped another one
And Bill was all ready to pack it up
Oh but listen to that new voice
Yes sir, that's Jacks new pup
Well I'll be dog gone listen at that
That pup has jumped His very own
We can't tell ol Jack this boys
His head is already harder than stone
Well it sounds as if the pack got quiet
Like the second rabbit went to a hole too
It's getting a bit warmer out here this morning
And that rabbit said 'His momma didn't raise no fool'
Here come ol Fred back in
With that deer running hound
A good thing he isn't mine
Or he might be headed for the pound
Here comes Jacks pup in now
And the rest of the hounds as well
I guess it's time to call it quits
And just see how big jacks head swells
Written 8/19/2016 by Norman Hale Jr.
Running Beagle Dogs
Running Beagle Dogs
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A GENIOUS
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL