Kill that Snake

Fear doesn't always do the right thing.

As the old Yellow Jeep

Jostled on rut worn road

He thought of the two young boys,

Laughing and bouncing in back

Far from his home in Mexico

His own children left behind

David loved his employer’s grandsons

As if they belonged to him

He was delighted they wanted to go

Out to the abandoned farm

To play as he cut the weeds

From around the lot and barn.

But his heart jumped into his throat

Unspeakable Spanish words flew

As he rushed straight at the 6-foot demon

Cut off its head and tail clean through

Now the boys had a story to tell

How David saved them from death

They brought the carcass home as well

True witness to what they said.

But Grandpa wasn’t glad, in fact, a little sad

For David had killed a big bull snake

A farmer’s gentle friend

Controlling the pests, rats and mice

A snake not really bad . . . At all.