We KNOW she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes.

But we just don’t know why she’s comin’!

Nor why tis’ the ol’ red rooster’s got to die

just because Aunt Lulla May

likes scrawny rooster stew!

And how in Hell did she come by them

six white horses, anyway?

(She’s so poor she’s got to wear Uncle Noah’s red p-jams

just to travel in nice clothes!)

And now, Grandma’s in a snit!

She’s slept alone in her own bed

since Pappy Noah’s been dead

and she wants no company under her quilts,

(nor anywhere else!)

no matter what the rest of the family said!

So, Please just go home, Auntie May!

Just go home.

We may invite you back here some day,

if we happen to find a reason.

Maybe next November…

You know.

Mud season…

If we remember.