From the Blackjack Tree

I saw it from the blackjack tree
My big sister is getting her spanking just
before me

I shimmied up that tall blackjack
Thinking I was off my daddy’s pain track

I will admit all three sisters were guilty
Of the crime

We were too busy at the creek
having a good time

When daddy came home and saw our mother
Trying to catch her breath

From chasing after kids all day and playing
Family fetch

The question, where are the girls?
Hung there in the air

The boys spoke up and said,
we can tell you where

He was sitting in his favorite chair when we walked through the door
We didn’t have to say a thing
we knew what we were in for

That’s why I’m sitting in the blackjack tree
waiting it out to see,
if he forgets me or sits there, I guess I’ll wait and see