I shot him where he stood.
I shot a Bigfoot out of fright,
beneath the sandalwood.
how could you be so savage?"
I hollered back, "It is not lost",
and soon began it's salvage.
We searched the brush with worried hearts,
but only found the nail.
We could not find the other part,
which caused the beast to wail,
"How will I go on stage tonight,
how will I hold my stance?
How will I stand beneath the lights,
and show them I can dance?"
"Why does a Bigfoot need to dance?"
Was what I asked him next,
"Why does a Bigfoot need to prance?"
These questions had me vexed.
He told me then of youthful days,
oh so long ago,
and of a mothers loving praise
when he would dos-a-dos.
But now his fuzzy mothers ill,
without the means for cures or care,
so he was going to use his skill
to win the dance off at the fair.
"Sorrow weighs upon my heart,
for shooting off your puny mate,
so listen close to my remark,
on how to set this matter straight."
"I can't undo the bullet shot,
but wish to help out if I can,
by standing proudly in your spot,
and getting jiggy with the band."
He asked me then to demonstrate
the moves I had so he could see,
if we could then collaborate
upon the stage to some degree.
I showed him how my feet were light
by dancing proud upon the dew,
and once complete he hugged me tight
and told me we had work to do.
Come eight o'clock the stage was set
and all the town was good to go,
as dancers fleet and thick with sweat
moved and shuffled, to and fro.
And then our turn, it came at last,
so off we marched into the glow,
which caused the crowd to ache and gasp,
at me and Bigfoot, sans the toe.
He took me in his harry grip
and threw me high into the night,
then caught me clean without a slip,
which filled those watching with delight.
We moved as one, while people praised
the rhythmic pair like none before,
and when complete the crowed was crazed,
and gave us both the highest score.
They crowned us smooth and furred kings,
then gave us cheques in giant form,
with champagne cool and crisp to drink
while all about the people swarmed.
When all was done the Bigfoot left
to aid his mom he loved so dear,
which made me low and quite bereft,
because my friend was gone from here.
And oft when in the brush I go,
I wonder how my friend has been,
and if he's searching for his toe,
or dancing light across the green.