Written by Uncle Bill the Bowler

[theliquidator]

It was the night of 4/20
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
The weed stocks were hung
by the chimney with care
With hopes that Saint Marley
soon would be there
The stoners were baked
All snug in their beds
Where visions of gravity bongs
Danced in their heads
With ma and her pipe
And my weed night cap
Had just settled our minds
For a long spring nap
When out in the fields
There arose such a clatter
I sprung from my bed
to see what was the matter
Away to the window i flew for my stash
Tore open the shutter
And picked up my hash
But then on the horizon
I saw such a sight
The hill lit up
With many a northern light
But what to my wondering
Eyes would appear
But big smell y hippie
And an eight bag of cheer
On OG, on Purple, on Diesel, on Bubble
you stoner, you Pot Head, smoke till your Blitzen
To the top of the house
high as a kite
Now puff away, puff away, puff with your might
And i heard him mumble
with a stumble out of sight
Merry 4/20 to all
And to all Marijuana Delight!

This was on my bed with a bag under my pillow,
I'm going to miss my sidekick