Brad Moon Falling
This parody (written by Greg Crowther) is sung to the tune of
"Bad Moon Rising"
and performed by
Creedence Clearwater Revival).
I see Brad Moon a-falling.
I see him backing toward the wall.
I see an injury most galling.
Looks like he's gotten in a brawl.
Don't go through the door;
The snakes are back at war.
There lies Brad Moon on the floor.
I hear the rattles all a-shaking.
I see the fang marks on his skin.
I hear each labored breath he's taking.
I hear him calling for his kin.
I hope we've got some antivenin.
I hope the treatment will be prompt.
He'll go the way of John Lennon
Unless this bleeding can be stopped.
Moon, a former labmate of mine, studies the mechanics and
energetics of rattlesnake tailshaker muscles. This work is not without its
occupational hazards, of course, and the following song describes a
worst-case scenario. (By the way, Brad, I hope this never happens
Jargon advisory: antivenin
is "a proteinaceous material used in the treatment of poisoning by animal
venom" (according to Dorland's Illustrated Medical Dictionary).