Red Jig
Big Red Barn poll, is it true that…?
Rumors are swirllin’ that the gals will be twirllin’ and our men folk will be dancin’ a jig.
They’ll be barb-a Q’s grillin’ and old ones a chillin’ and watchin’ the stars smilin’ down.
Truck loads are comin’ and ma is a hummin’ as she welcomes them all with a hug.
Buk’s tellin’ stories of all of his glories as we gather around to enjoy.
Johnny Trash is a sneezin’ while Shrunken Fro is a teasin’ while sittin’ on top of some hay.
Night turns to dawn but the music plays on, as we laugh, love and sing hand in hand.
Wait….you have me teasing here. Are you saying I’m looking sexy? I think you should maybe think of putting someone else in that part of this wonderful poem.
Made me smile to see my name though you cute thing you!
Red River Jig