Snap Traps in Her Hand

Snap Traps In Her Hand –

. . . sung to the tune of “Big Iron". . .with my apologies to Marty Robbins. . .

Into the Walker hacienda strode a woman with dark hair.

Didn’t speak to birders on the porch, she was headed for the lair.

Not one mouse showed a face, not one tail was seen

for the woman striding there had snap traps in her hand.

Snap traps in her hand

It was late in the evening when strode into the house.

She stepped across in the back door, slowly lookin’ all around

She’s a killer, clear and focused were the whispers in the walls

And she’s here to kill us all with the snap traps in her hand

Snap traps in her hand

In this house visitors from ‘round the world came and stayed

Many folks had never seen a mouse, yet gnawing had been heard

There were’nt many, but a few did scramble cross the floor

From a litter in a drawer

Now the woman started baiting traps and placed them all around

She headed to her little house so not to hear the sound

But she made it clear she was comin’ back to collect the dead

And it didn’t matter, she wanted the mice all dead

The mice all dead

It wasn’t long before the bait was smelling good

And the mice didn’t worry, bait had been licked before

Twenty nights she tried to trap them and twenty nights they slipped on by

Twenty one, she would trap them all with the snap traps in her hand

Snap traps in her hand

The night passed quickly and it was time for her to see

It was five past eight when she strode across door

The walls were silent, not a scratch or scramble across the hearth.

The walls knew the mice had met their deaths

The mice had met their deaths

There were fourteen traps all around her when stopped to offer prayer

The compassion of the woman is still talked about today

For though the traps were full and all the mice were dead

Tears streamed down her face for all the little deaths

For all the little deaths

It took not to long to gather all the traps and head out to the grounds

She placed the bodies were the foxes gathered ‘round

The mice might have gone on living, but they made a fatal plan

When they tried to match the woman with the snap traps in her hand

Snap traps in her hand

Words by Winston Lewis