The night before 4/20
'Twas the night before 4/20
When all thro' the club
Not a stoner was lit,
Not even a bit
The joints were rolled by the ashtray with care,
In hope that snoop dogg will soon be there;
The stoners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dank kush danced in their heads
And mama in her sweatpants and I in my cap
Had just settled for a long stoners' nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and burned up some hash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen ash
Gave the luster of mid-day to burned hash
But a miniature lighter and an eighth of Grape Stomper
When little stoned drivers, so hungry and euphoric
I knew it must be Snoop Dogg and Mac
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled, and smoked
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sigh—
Happy 4/20 to all, and to all a lit night.
