The Warthog is a clever fellow

Always loud and seldom mellow

Always one to laugh and joke

Found in clouds of fragrant smoke

Likes the thunder, no small crack

Likes to see the folks jump back

Joyful when the screams are made

Booming sounds his stock in trade

No one knows just why he does it

Could be that it’s just because it

Takes him back to days gone by

To open range and clear blue sky

Shootin like his granddad’s dad

Living free and that ain’t bad

Swimming some against the tide

Maybe it’s just foolish pride

Most folks don’t know why they do it

Might be something deeper to it

A warthog does what he does best

Putting himself to the test

Don’t care what the others think

Pushes himself to the brink

Guess that what it means to me

Bless them warthogs livin  free

Warthogs

Photo by BT Blade aka Bruce Bugland

©2011

Photo by Crotchety Old Grouch aka Rick Garrick

©2011