Stubfinger was a hard-workin’ man
With a bunch of kids jolly and frisky
He gave into a weakness, though
When he commenced to a drinkin’ whiskey
One day afore he left to go to work
He told the youngins to paint the outhouse
“It had better be done when I git home.”
He said to Fronie, his spouse
The youngins got the whitewash and started workin’
‘Cause they shore didn’t want no whippin’
They declared to git it done afore their pa got home
You shoulda seen that whitewash a drippin’
When that privy was all whitewashed
They had ‘bout a pint left, at the most
Kids bein’ kids, they took the rest
And slapped it on an old fence post
Late that night, the youngins looked outside
In the dark, that old post was a glowin’
They felt kinda proud of the job they’d done
Then a mean, howlin’ wind started blowin’
When Stub come a staggerin’ home that night
The poor man come nigh ‘bout to faint
“Fronie, honey, run and git my gun
‘Cause I’m a gonna shoot me a haint!”
He emptied his shotgun into that thang
Said he warn’t a-feared a no ghost
They had a big laugh the follerin’ day
When they seen the bullet holes in the post
Stubfinger told this story his self
And it made him set about to thinkin’
“Afore I kill me another fence post
I spect I gotta give up that drinkin’!”
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
May 28, 2006
All Rights Reserved
The Alfred Hitchcock Show Theme Sequencer & Photographer Unknown To Me
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