"Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou"
After we shook our heads to clear the pain from our ears we did manage to hear the next thing loud and clear "Come-on boys - lets go for a car ride down to the bayou" We didn't need any further encouragement - we were in the car before she barely had the door open. After about 20 minutes we finally arrived and well - what can we say - there was a sign, a parking lot and that was it - barely enough space to do any good sniffing in - and believe us - we tried! Pretty much what you expect a bayou or swamp to look like. Mom was surprised though to see the water was actually flowing 'somewhere' and not just sitting still. Oh, did you notice that sign - why anyone would want to go hunting or wading through that 'muck' would be beyond our comprehension :)
If you don't want the song running through your head for the rest of the day - DON'T sing the words or they will - like Mom - lodge them the frontal lobes for a few hours - sorry about that - we bad!!!!!!!!!!