Sis called come quick catch the hap hoopla
Front the cattails off the swamp banks of Bayou Paul
Cicadas cried sighed squalled like white electric saws
Baritone bullfrogs thronged drawled a verse which thawed
Our helpless hearts gawked the birth of a faultless fawn
But gator juked yawed swooped snapped shut his tight night jaws
Now what we seen can't be unsaw
Oh be unsaw
I feel on the brink
Of the biggest bone
Hot on the trail to the deepest trove
But the lock cannot be picked
The screws are simply stripped
Its maker is long gone
Our home was loaned to a freelance magician
But the law did call hawk that spellbound foreclosed shotgun
We moved in post flit found a vault hidden
Slipped a flat-head in hammering to force its lid to open
Our helpless hearts dropped at the thought of gems within
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Sis called come quick catch the hap hoopla
Front the cattails off the swamp banks of Bayou Paul
Cicadas cried sighed squalled like white electric saws
Baritone bullfrogs thronged drawled a verse which thawed
Our helpless hearts gawked the birth of a faultless fawn
But gator juked yawed swooped snapped shut his tight night jaws
Now what we seen can't be unsaw
Oh be unsaw
I feel on the brink
Of the biggest bone
Hot on the trail to the deepest trove
But the lock cannot be picked
The screws are simply stripped
Its maker is long gone
Our home was loaned to a freelance magician
But the law did call hawk that spellbound foreclosed shotgun
We moved in post flit found a vault hidden
Slipped a flat-head in hammering to force its lid to open
Our helpless hearts dropped at the thought of gems within
When brother's mallet thwacked smacked accidentally sealed it fastened
Now what we done can't be undone
Oh be undone
I feel on the brink
Of the biggest bone
Hot on the trail to the deepest trove
But the lock cannot be picked
The screws are simply stripped
Its maker is long gone
I searched myself like every green morning
Come on out I know you're in there stop all the silly sulking
You called come laud so I shot you dead darling
Now I'm hoping what I broke can be unbroken
I feel on the brink
Of the biggest bone
Hot on the trail to the deepest trove
But my lock cannot be picked
My screws are simply stripped
My maker is long gone
I do feel
My maker is long gone
Long gone