Final Frontiersmen

by jerrontables

Strap me to the rocket, man,

I’m going to the moon

To speak with David Crockett and

That fellow Danny Boone.

I’ll wear a buckskin jacket

with the tail of some raccoon,

And we’ll discuss

Our former lives

For never come back soon.


Cast me out of socket, man!

I’ll not return to thee.

With Davy Dear and Danny here,

I’ll replant every seed.

We needn’t you, we’ll start anew,

And build the way we please–

But wait a jot,

On second thought,

We need a woman–