Sweet Potato Pie

My papa and my mama grew me up just right,

teaching me how to act, and important stuff in life.

We never had a lot to eat but we never lacked a meal,

Mama knew just how to cook to make us always feel,

We had the grandest meal that ever had been made

Never mind it be just beans, cornbread and a little marmalade.

 

One day I went a fishin while my mama baked a pie.

I wanted to catch ol' granddaddy fish and look him in the eye.

He's a legend in this here parts with all the fisher men.

Everyone wanted granddaddy and to reel that bugar in.

And get their name in the local news with their picture too,

for catching old Grandaddy, and get their final due.

 

I got my bait, my worms and my old' ragged pole,

And went down to the pond where I'd probably bet my soul,

that I'd catch ol' granddaddy and win me all that fame,

Everyone in this here parts would always know my name.

I'd win myself that new rod-n-reel that had always caught my eye,

today will be the day that ol' granddaddy'd surely die.

 

The breeze was gently blowin through the weeping willow trees,

and the thin branches shook all those airy whispy leaves.

The birds were sweetly singing and chirping right along,

with the frogs that were croaking in the sweetest mellow song.

I threw in my line and sat back to get myself a rest,

Knowing fer sure that fishin is what I surely knowed the best.

 

The string was cast and tucked through my little toes just right,

so I would know when granddaddy would finally take a bite.

I laid back and listened to the sounds of the singing birds and frogs,

and wondered what they'd be singing about in all those mystery songs.

Were they calling to their sweethearts or just singing to the breeze?

Were they just happy to be singing to the swishing of the trees?

 

The sun beat down on my face, on my legs, and on my arms

burning my skin and my toes and feeling mighty warm.

It started making me sleepy and I dozed for just a bit,

When my pole started shaking! I finally had a hit!

I started bringing in my string with all my little might

Hoping that it was granddaddy that had finally took a bite.

 

I struggled and pulled that string with a fish on the end,

Took all my might, and all my strength to pull that bugar in.

Just when I thought I had lost the will to keep up with the fight,

I could tell the fish were comin up into this blessed light.

It was granddaddy! I couldn't believe my eyes!

I'd caught ol' granddaddy! Imagine my surprise!

 

The birds stopped singing and the frogs didn't croak,

Not a single sound came from their ominous throats.

I looked at granddaddy lying on that bank,

I seen he'd just given up and then my little heart sank.

He fought to breathe in air that simply couldn't be,

He was surely gonna die and it would be because of me.

 

I picked him up, took out that ugly metal hook

Threw him back into that pond as my little body shook.

And then, the birds and frogs began singing loud and strong

with such a cheerful tune in such a sweet and lovely song,

Then I knew for sure and without a single doubt,

what they had sung all along, what their songs had been about.

 

Their songs are about us livin' and nature's spirit's in us all,

How we should respect all creatures whether great or whether small.

My heart felt so proud and I was happier beyond all measure,

I found out just what in life is worthy of our treasure.

I learnt me a lesson that day, that I'm a right fine little guy!

Happily, I walk back home to get me some sweet potato pie.

 

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