Note: I’m not a girlie girl – at all.

I caught the sweet girl yesterday, and thought she was real neat.
But my mother seems to think other wise, and says. “That thing you may not keep!”

I want to hold her in my hand, rub my fingers down her back.
But  if I do I know my mom will give me a good whack.

Momma said “That thing will bite, just you wait and see.”
I replied in my sweetest voice, “She wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“We shoud keep her.” I said to her, “She’s little and could get used to us.”
I could tell by the look on my mother’s face that she’d rather get hit by a bus.

I got to keep her for while, so a good friend could see,
and after that good friend went home, I kept her, now for me.

I put some grass into a cage, and some dirt and some sticks.
I put Tosha right inside, she seemed to like it quite a bit.

She explored and looked around, and found a spot she liked.
She curled up into a little ball and went to sleep for the night.

I woke up and it was raining hard, so I went to rescue her from the wet
She was aleady awake and up and about and had left the place she’d slept.

I still have her in my backyard, mom hasn’t said “Get rid of it” today,
So she’s safe now in her cage, she safe, if only for a day.

She’s been real fun for the time I’ve had her, and a memory she leaves in her wake;
the memory of the day we found Macintosh, the memory of Macintosh the snake.

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