One mile from where the pavement ends
Stands the old homestead where another tale begins.

Back in the old and bygone days,
When we as  kids would laugh and play
Till darkness drowned out all the light.
Then strange sounds way off somewhere in the dark,
Would send us home sometimes in a state of fright.
Panthers scream like a lady in an awful plight,
And bears make a noisy grunting and sometimes thrash around.

When these sounds fell upon our young and unlearned ears,
We were never long to hang around!
So, then it was toward home we’d go,
And you can bet we were none too slow!
We’d ask our dad what the sounds could be,
It’s just the wild things living among the trees.
They won’t hurt you if you leave them on their own,
Let ‘em be, its thier natural place, where they call home.