The French Canadian Skunk- Fred Walker

I first was introduced to this little peice 55 years ago. It was the work of my Grandfather, and at the same time it was the curse of my mother, 2 aunts and grandmother. All the grandsons loved to hear Grand-dad roll it off his tongue. As best my mother can recall it went:

I hunt the bear,
I hunt the rat.
Last week, I go to hunt the skunk polecat.
My friend, Bill, say he good for fur,
Same time, good to eat .
I tell me wife I bring home fur coat,
Same time get some meat.
I walk one, two, t’ree mile.
I smell awful smell.
That skunk done died,
An’ fur coat gone to hell.
I walk up a little closer,
An’ raise me axe up high…..
That Ga Damn skunk
gone kerplunk!
An’ t’row sumt’in in me eye!!
By Chrise! I t’ink I’m blind!!
Ga Damn! I cannot see!!
I run ‘roun and ‘roun,
An’ bump into Ga Damn tree!
My wife, she meet me at the door,
She sic on me the dog.
She say, “You no sleep here tonight,
Go out an’ sleep with hog.”
Now I no hunt the skunk no more
For fur coat or meat,
For if his breath it smell so bad,
Ga Damn! What if he’d speet!!!!

All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.
Pat Paulsen

From General George Patton

A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week.

A FAVORITE QUOTE

A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life. Muhammad Ali