Chew Your Cud

You never see a slow ol’ cow

Git into trouble, hey?

So long ez she staid in the lot,

An’ never run away?

She never got run down by cars,

     Or mired in the muck,

Az long ez she staid close to home

     An’ et, an’ chewed her cud.

I had a great ambition once

     To sail financial seas;

I thought Wall Street would bow to me

Az purty ez you please.

An’ so I took my satchel bag

     An’ tried to stem the flood;

While Brother Bill he staid at home

     An’ et an’ chewed his cud.

I walked from New York back to home,

     I’ve be’n here ever sence;

I started in to work ag’in,

     But staid inside the fence.

I’ve let the other fellers try

     To clip finance’s bud;

I’ve staid right here an’ worked an’ saved,

     An’ et an’ chewed my cud.

May 17, ‘10