I awoke with a start,
And heard such a clatter,
I ran to the window,
To see what was the matter.
The screaming of chain saws,
The roar of a chipper,
If that ain't Santa Claus,
Then I'm Jack the Ripper.
Still half in a doze,
Mo crossed his own street,
And spied four amigos,
Who soon, he would meet.
"Buenos Dias Amigos",
Mo hollers their way,
"'Tis firewood Mo seeks,
In my 'hood, this fine day".
"Si, mi amigos have wood",
Hefe 'splained as Mo stood,
Said he'd cut it, and buck it,
And lug it to Mo's,
So over, and over,
And over, it goes...
... about a cord of big white oak rounds, total. Here's some pics...
And heard such a clatter,
I ran to the window,
To see what was the matter.
The screaming of chain saws,
The roar of a chipper,
If that ain't Santa Claus,
Then I'm Jack the Ripper.
Still half in a doze,
Mo crossed his own street,
And spied four amigos,
Who soon, he would meet.
"Buenos Dias Amigos",
Mo hollers their way,
"'Tis firewood Mo seeks,
In my 'hood, this fine day".
"Si, mi amigos have wood",
Hefe 'splained as Mo stood,
Said he'd cut it, and buck it,
And lug it to Mo's,
So over, and over,
And over, it goes...
... about a cord of big white oak rounds, total. Here's some pics...