Here I sit, just me and my huntin` dog.
Pounding this stick, on this old log.
Listening to the beat.
While we wait on the cooking meat.
What can I do with the skin from this butchered, hog.
I made an instrument, to play while I hum.
This thing I, made, I will call a drum.
While I play, here the cave women come.
Into the light of the fire.
Their shape I sure do admire.
The way they began to move.
Made my heart damn near expire.
I will take the chance.
And say it only took one glance.
Now forever, I want to see her dance.
Until together, we do "retire"...
By J.D. Bardo