Ode to Shinny Makers
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Ode to Shinny Makers
By Jim Allen
Poet Laureate of Possum Haw Branch
Addressed to the Nacogdoches County Shinny Makers Association
 
The shinny maker takes a chance
To get some extra cash,
He just must have some kind of stuff,
And a great big barrel of mash.

Then he must have some nice fruit jars,
And empty bottles too.
Then a long coil of crooked pipe
To drain the bug juice through.

He hides out of site on some little branch,
In some big rabbit den,
Because he knows if caught by Gene,
He sure must go to the pen.

When he makes his first big run,
And takes a few good draws,
He doesn't care for Sheriff Gene,
Nor a bushel of old bucksaws.

But when old Carr slips up the branch,
And finds that bug machine,
He doesn't disturb the rabbit ranch,
But phones for Sheriff Gene.

Of course Gene soon sits around,
And then they make a haul,
They take the prisoner up to the town,
And land him behind the wall.

If they find that he is wise,
They lock him in a cell,
Then he begins to realize,
That he has sure played h---.

But some lawyer takes his case,
And gets him out on bond.
He knows the pen will be his place,
But he don't know yet how long.

If he should be converted there,
Feels sorry he did wrong.
When Dan Moody says he is clear,
He will sing this good old song:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I am found,
Was blind but now I see.


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