One clear, frosty night in the woods by
Our hounds started whooping it up!
All singing like crazy, hit warm ringtail
Old Duke in the lead with the pup.
They splashed through the marshland,
then circled back.
Hound music showed coon were in
The baying grew louder; the dogs had
We hurried on down with a light.
No eyes were in sight so we shined up
And shook the top branches a bit...
Then out bailed the fightingest coons of.
Not one...there were three of
The battle that follwed was worth all
We spend training dogs to run true.
It took all five hounds to round up those
Old Duke, Bell, Bill, Huskie and
The fur was sure flying and yelps from
Showed he too had joined in the fray!
The fight didn't last long; soon five
sore, tired hounds
Were ready to call it a day....
We shouldered our prizes and started
All weary and footsore...but glad!
We knew in our hearts the grand music
Was sweetest could ever be had!