Here I am sitting in the Hazzard County jail. Dreaming of fishing with Emma Tisdale. Time here is dragging. It sure ain't flyin'. I'm blaming it all on MaryAnne and Brian. Maybe fer lunch they'll serve turkey and stuffin'. And hot apple pie made by Meadowmufn. Where are those kids Daisy, Bo and Luke? Why am I the only penned up Duke? Upstairs I can hear big bad Boss Hogg. With Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane and his cute little dog. Outside I see Cooter and his powerful tow truck. He has a fat chain. Imagine the luck. He's hooking the chain to the window bars. And pulling them out, almost hitting two cars. So here I am on the banks of Hazzard Creek. Fishing with Emma. It's been quite a week. I guess I'm now wanted. They call me a fugitive. That's okay because I'm used to it. With the wind in our hair, we feel young and free. Another happy ending in Hazzard Countee.