October 31, 1983 - Hallowe'en memories of the good old days

A few of us young whipper-snappers

One year on Hallowe’en

Said let’s go do some dirty tricks

Just be sure we aren’t seen

We roamed around the country side

And found this old guy’s shack

We saw what we were looking for

‘Twas a little house in the back

We thought it would be lots of fun

To turn it on its side

We knew that we could do it

If all of us goons tried

We didn’t know he was inside

Doing what he later said

Was finishing up his evening chores

Before he went to bed

Then when we push it over

He gave an awful yell

We all took off across the field

We sure did run like h--l

When he finally crawled outside

He said “well bless my soul”

Then staggered all around the place

And fell into the hole

He got out, then went to the house

As fast as he could run

And on his way we heard him say

“I’m going to get my gun”

We kept on running and finally hid

Behind a big hay stack

I’ll never forget when we upset

That little house in the back

D.B.

There's only one right end

This City boy from a place called Nome

Came out to the old farmer’s home

This Dude was really awfully green

Most things out there he’d never seen

He said “some milk would sure taste good”

The farmer said “I’m sure it would”

The farmer said “Boy you’re no fool

So take this pail and this milk stool

The herd is coming in right now

So get some milk fresh from the cow”

The boy walked up to the old cow’s head

“I’ve come to get some milk” he said

He patted the old cow on the head

And then the old cow smiled and said

“If you would like some milk my friend

You’ll have to go to the udder end”

D.B.

October 12th 1492 - Helping Columbus Discover America

October tenth, Columbus Day?

That isn’t the right date

I don’t supposes Old Columbus care

What day we celebrate

I hope he’s resting easy and

It’s good that he can’t see

The mess we have made of the

Home of the Brave and Free

They say there’s forty wars right now

And the sad thing about this is

We just can’t keep our noses out

Of other peoples business

If Columbus and Queen Isabella

Heard all the things we’ve said

I’m sure that they would both be

Happy that they’re dead

D.B.

Normal At Last

I’m finally back to normal

There’s sure a big change though

The treatment that I had to take

Sure made my whiskers grow

It sure is nice to go down town

Since the girls no longer hate me

And those old bums there on the street

No longer try to date me

They way the winter will be long

With lots of cold and snow

I may not shave again till spring

I’ll let my whiskers grow

I’ll quit dying them I guess

So they’ll turn gray because

I’ll then get me a real good job

Playing Santa Claus

D.B.