THE BECKY COLLECTION
Out Behind The Barn
©By Becky
How I remember when I was quite small
I'd tattle not just on one but on them all
I'd always kept my eyes and ears peeled
How they hated it, that I always squealed
Watching them sneak out back of barn
Shifty eyes, ducking low would then warn
Of a trip to hide what they didn't want seen
Whatever it was, they didn't seem keen
To let Mama see what they'd be up to
I knew my duty, knew what I had to do
I'd follow them, though they could not see
I sure got to be good at climbing that tree
It was set back from the barn a good way
But I could see and hear all they did say
My best tattle was when they'd snitch leaves
From the sticks hung high, up in the eaves
Of the barn that dried what we had cropped
Last summers sticks we strung till we stopped
Cause it was so dark we no more could see
To string the tobacco, and all wanted to be
Home where we could get the tar off our hands
Best scrubbing it off was kerosene and sand
There were so many good lessons to be taught
Out behind the barn we learned what we ought
How to climb high up so high in the eaves
To snitch a few of those soft fragrant leaves
Then learning to roll them into a big fat cigars
Not realizing the danger of nicotine and tars
Shimming down that tree, then off on the run
Had to tell Mama what the others had done
Standing back with my eyes filled with glee
Each got a good switching, glad it wasn't me
My brothers learned how to meet and treat girls
To compliment them on their dresses and curls
Talking them into doing things that were not nice
Discombobulating them, they did not think twice
The sisters they learned also a fact maybe two
On fluttering their eyes and flipping their hairdo
Would get the poor boys so weak in the knees
Then get what was wanted, with a simpering, please
The girls discussing how the kissin was done
Put your lips to your hand and plant one on
They made the dumbest faces I had ever seen
Kissin their hands they all did seem quite keen
All taking turns they'd say "you mean like this"
'Tweren't much of a kiss 'twas more like a hiss
Lifting half closed eyes as if in ecstasy now
Looked to me like some sick cross eyed cow
I'd hear them whisper bout deeds they had done
Elbowing the others and snickering bout the fun
I was trying to get closer to hear what was said
That's when I fell from the tree right onto my head
You never heard such screaming from one so young
They always did say I had a good pair of lungs
But I sure learned my lesson, on that day, you see
I got a good switching, for being up that darn tree.
Belljoye
April, 27, 1999
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~Nanny The Goat~
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