If that's the case , I'd suggest a minor change in lyrics:
THE BIGFOOT HUNT
I'd love to go on a Bigfoot hunt
When the moon is sickly white
And all sorts of scaly things
Are crawling through the night.
I'd bring my little flashlight
And perhaps a candy bar-
(Instead of frothy buttermilk
There'd be whiskey in the jar !)
Perhaps a clothespin for my nose
(I understand they smell )
And a pair of proper shoes
So I can run like hell.
Just in case our paths should cross
(A prospect most alarmin ' !)
I'd better pack some extra drawers
And a big ol' roll of Charmin' .