Coon Hunt

Well Tuffy is ready,
And we can't leave too soon.
We round the dogs up,
In the light of the moon.

Across the road,
Through Mr. Harris's field,
Go by Mr. Thompson's house,
To find tonight's kill.

The dogs are all barking,
Their tails start to wag,
Tuffy tells us their ready,
Then he starts to brag.

"My dog's are the best,
They only hunt coon,
You'll see no possums or deer,
By the light of the moon."

As we get near the river,
Tuffy lets the dogs go,
Three dogs are a' yelping,
A familiar yelp we all know.

"Yes, It's a big coon,"
Tuffy said with a smile,
Then we begin to follow the dogs,
It seemed like a mile.

"Those dogs are still running,
No coon runs likes this,"
Dad says to Tuffy,
"The dogs are amiss."

"Those dogs are too smart,
To be caught by a trick,"
He hollered to Dad,
"Watch out for that stick."

Well the banks of the river,
Were high and real steep,
A barge shined his light on us,
Just to get a peep.

The dogs chase continued
Down the hill to the creek,
Then we heard a familiar sound,
A strong bark that is not meek.

"Well the dogs finally treed him,"
Tuffy said with a smile,
We were all very breathless,
As we ran the last mile.

We came to Malone Creek,
crossed on a downed tree,
The dogs were still barking,
"Shine the light so we see."

And there they were,
Gathered around a small tree,
We shined the light up it,
You won't believe what we see,

Sitting out on a limb,
Hissing, smiling real stout,
Lay a big old possum,
Tuffy began to pout.

"Let's climb and go get him,"
Tuffy said with anger,
Dad said "Watch that old possum,
Watch out for danger."

Well the possum got angry,
When Tuffy poked him with a stick,
Out came the possum,
On Tuffy's head that was slick,

Down the tree came Tuffy,
With the possum on top,
Up jumped the dogs,
And Tuffy yelled "Stop!"

Well Tuffy grabbed a long switch,
From a tree on the bank,
And he got the dogs' leashes,
Giving each a big yank.

Well the long walk back,
Made each of us moan,
But the dogs had it rougher,
On that climb back home.