In the Blue Ridge
Where I’ze raised
At Iver Johnson 20 Gauge
Four things came together:
Football practice
Squerill season
Chinquapins ripening
Chiggers
I’d go out ‘fore light
With my Iver Johnson 20 Gauge
Find a hickory
Sit beneath it
Wait for the squerills
To come cut the nuts
I’d shoot the squerrils
And with my limit
Walk for home
Past chinquapin bushes
Stop and pick
My pockets full
Get home in time for breakfast
Then catch a ride to school
And at 9am football practice
Soon be hot
And Oh My Goodness
The Chigger Itch
Attacked me!
There was repedies prescribed
But only one worked
Two weeks time
The itch would stop