Mud Hole

Saturday has come,
its the end of the week,
We gather at Grandaddy's,
its fun that we seek.

Uncle Garvin is there,
Uncle Buford comes too,
They brought there best vehicles,
We've some mud riding to do.

Grandaddy is laughing,
He knows there will be fun,
Cause the boys are ready to go,
On another wild mud run.

Garvin's choice is the jeep,
It's from the army's best,
He cranks the old engine,
It rumbles, ready for the test.

Uncle Buford is no bragger,
But he,s proud of his choice,
The speed of his old Bug,
Now roars its shrill voice.

To the Miller Ridge boys,
Choose your ride and let's go,
The week's rain has been good,
The mud's ready to flow.

As they turn the corner,
Eyes wide at the sight,
It's the biggest mud hole,
The mud is just right.

"The jeep will bog down,
It cannot push through,"
Uncle Buford yells to Garvin,
And he winks at him too.

"You better hope that bug's tight,
You better pray that it floats,"
Uncle Garvin yells to Buford,
"You'll wish it was a boat."

Well the engines are roaring,
The gears start to clash,
Garvin's jeep is the first one
to enter the muddy stash.

He chugs through the water,
Pushing mud with a slurp,
I heard the jeep whine,
I thought I heard it burp.

The old jeep took the right lane,
And along it did creep,
Then it stopped with a thump,
The hole was too deep.

Uncle Buford laughed,
Yelled "get out of the way.
The left side is mine,
Looks like I win today.

Well he backed up the Bug,
And pushed the gas to the floor,
He quickly gained speed,
The mud was flying to the top of his door.

But the bug came to a stop,
The other side was too steep,
I guess the old mud hole,
For the bug was too deep.

Well there we all sat,
In our seats in a slump,
When someone yelled listen,
And we heard a "thump, thump."

From out of the trees,
Came the noise and "Hello!"
Well look, it's Uncle Henry,
Two mules with a chain in tow.

"Let's get the boys home,
We can't settle it today,
You boys hook 'em up,
You all know the way."