On the late Summer night,
of 1942;
I took the life,
of my brother Hue.
~
He was dear to me,
and I loved him so;
But on that night,
he had to go.
~
Mama would have shot me,
if only she knew;
That it was I,
who killed her Hue.
~
He was Mamma's pet,
and I always knew;
That more than I,
she loved her Hue.
~
So I grabbed my gun,
put it to his head;
I pulled the trigger,
and Hue was dead.
~
I came to my senses,
when I heard someone screaming;
Then I woke up,
I was only dreaming.