Snakes slithering close to the ground
The reason I’m scared is cause I don’t look down
sss,sss
Sliding their tongue and shaking their tale
They have me terrified and becoming pale
White as a ghost standing in dismay
Hoping the snake don’t look over my way
sss,sss
As it curls in an “s” and is ready to strike
I take off, running, with all of my might
Thanking God the snakes outta my sight
I turned my head and ran on the path
Hoping to avoid the viper’s wrath
but looking ahead I saw another serpant
before i could make my next move
I needed a surgeon
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When I was young… I was a country boy Between two farming hills were horses and cows My uncle and I rode the horses every day When I was young
When I was young I went to a duck pond to fish everyday Grandpa pointed me to a fish every time When I was young
When I was young The neighbors held a bonfire every Sunday night The flames grew high to roast the marshmellows The embers floated away as night became day When I was young |
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