"The Skunk-Apes of Silver Creek"



WHEN FEBRUARY'S MOON
GLOWS FULL AND COLD
AND HUNTERS DREAM
AND STORIES ARE TOLD

YOU MAY HEAR THE TALE
OF SKUNK-APES BOLDLY
SCRATCHING SOFTLY
AMONGST OSAGE MOULDY

IT ISN'T KNOWN FROM WHERE THEY CAME
IN A SMUGGLER'S "HONEY WAGON"
OF GEORGETOWN FAME

THEY SEEK A PLACE TO BREED IT SEEMS
AND CRAP IN BUCKETS AND SIGN THEIR NAMES
THEY CARRY PINK AXES WITH FLOWERS ADORNED
AND UNDER OSAGE STAVES THEY ARE OFTEN BORN

AND IF, IN THE NIGHT YOU HEAR ONE SCRATCHING
AND YOU TAKE FLASHLIGHT AND A BIG CLUB FOR BASHING
AND YOU LIFT UP A BOARD TO LOOK THERE BENEATH
AND HE HITS YOU SQUARELY RIGHT IN THE TEETH

WITH A LIQUID AMBER
THAT BLINDS ON CONTACT
AND YOU FALL OVER BACKWARD
AND TRY TO REACT

AND YOU SHED YOUR CLOTHING
AND RUN THROUGH THE SNOW
CURSING AND SWEARING
WITH NO PLACE TO GO

YOU DISCOVER SOMETHING
YOU JUST DIDN'T KNOW
THERE'S TRUTH TO THE LEGENDS
TO BE FOUND IF WE SEEK

YOU'RE JUSTANOTHER
SKUNK-APE FROM SILVER CREEK!