Smoked 'bout every other night,
Plus the nights laid in between,
More smoke than any fireman's seen.
One Friday all his pals came by,
Oldest crew south of the sky,
Most would soon be checked in heaven,
Plus Grandpa there were eleven.
Lit their pipes and rocked their chairs,
Drank their shine and growled like bears,
Cussed an' hollered an' kept on smokin',
Rambled stories an' all were jokin'.
When the smoke lifted ten were gone,
Grandpa Joe just piped alone.
