Willie Walker - Night Terrors

Night Terrors

Whippoorwill calls in the swamp at night,
Lonely soul, flies it's fluttering flight.

Panther prowls with silent, slinking tread.
'Hit screams lak a woman, ' grandma said.

The swamp is deep, black and cold.
Cottonmouth grows big, mean, and old.

The moss grows thick, like hair on a hog.
It hides the critters that hide in the bog.

'Don't ye go 'air, boy, ' my grandma said,
'Now listen to me, child, or end up dead.'

'If ye be seen in 'at ol' Gator's eye,
Ye mark muh words, ye'll shorely die.'

Willie Walker

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