Just when I think nobody loves me

And I'm looking out a gray window 

At an eternal winter day,

I get a call from my banker,

And he wants to talk turkey,

And even his gobble is a welcome noise to my ears.

He tells me my loan is coming through,

And I can buy my seed

And plant my cotton very soon,

And I say, "Well hell, Charlie!

I don't care what anybody else

Says about you! You can be

My hoss if you NEVER win a race!"

-jenn