Squachel
A civilized Bigfoot
Home would come Caribou Lee
In a coat of satin and red
With horns on his head and the fur of a dead
Reindeer is tied to his knee.
He carries the piece of a rack
In the old worn sack on his hunched over back
Of a young deer buck for me.
It causes me discontent
But I wanted a present a bit more pleasant
When he came back from the arctic sea.
When he left me and his wife
To hunt with his knife for the rest of his life
We knew we should just leave him be.
Though we were certain
Before he was hurtin’ and God was closing the curtain,
Home would come Caribou Lee.
In a coat of satin and red
With horns on his head and the fur of a dead
Reindeer is tied to his knee.
He carries the piece of a rack
In the old worn sack on his hunched over back
Of a young deer buck for me.
It causes me discontent
But I wanted a present a bit more pleasant
When he came back from the arctic sea.
When he left me and his wife
To hunt with his knife for the rest of his life
We knew we should just leave him be.
Though we were certain
Before he was hurtin’ and God was closing the curtain,
Home would come Caribou Lee.
