The Legend Of Two Toes An American Turkey Tale Poem by clayton rize

Legend of Two Toes an American Turkey Tale

Listen close to how this story goes,
About an old bird, they called Two Toes.
He weighed thirty pounds and his beard swing and swayed.
And his spurs were like swords that he sharpened each day.

Each spring many hunters came from all around.
Each with the intent of, putting old Two Toes down.
And each spring they would leave with nothing to show.
While the legend of Two Toes continued to grow.

Then one spring in early May,
A young hunter showed up with something to say.
I'm better than good; I'm merely the best,
And I'm here to put the legend of Two Toes to rest.

Well, the town's people they laughed, as they laid their cash down.
They were betting on Two Toes to show up this clown.
The boy only smiled at the fuss of it all.
He said you double your bets and I won't use a call.

The next morning came early as he snatched up his gun.
He asked only one question. Where does this legend run?
He set up in a clearing, with his gun on his knee.
Then he stuck out a bare foot for old Two Toes to see.

He wiggled those toes and he snapped them real hard.
And from the far side of the clearing old Two Toes did charge.
It was over in an instant, as Two Toes now lay dead.
Done in by a dose of six shot to the head.

The boy once again smiled, as he shouldered the bird.
Then he walked back through the town without saying a word.
The town's people they gathered, not believing what they saw.
Some of them cheered, while others looked on in awe.

While he collected his winnings, "What's your name? " cried a man.
Well I am a turkey hunter by gosh- and I'm Six Toes McCann