Looking for Jim
© Jane Cassidy
It was at the Eastern Rendezvous, Big Mike was at the gate
When up came a flatlander, with a question that wouldn’t wait:
He said, I’m lookin’ for a guy with a big long beard,
An’ he camps in a canvas tent,
He’s got an animal name, and he wears buckskins.
Can you tell me where he went?
Mike laughed, said it sounds like a friend of mine,
Or maybe even me.,
Could you be a mite more specific
‘bout what his name might be?
The ‘tator says I think his legal name is Jim,
And he wears a coonskin hat,
I know you gotta know him, ‘cause
There can’t be too many like that.