When Fortune Knocks

When ol’ fortune bangs your door,

     Tryin’ to git in,

Don’t set round an hour or more

     Throwin’ out your chin,

Makin’ him feel passin’ sore,

     Causin’ him delay;

Better hustle to the door

     ‘Fore he gits away.

Fortune is a queer old chap,

     Nail him on the spot;

He don’t care a single rap

     If you come or not.

If you ain’t right on the job

     He will take his load

To some ever-ready Bob

     Further down the road.

Fortune seldom bangs but once,

     But he wants a rise;

Do not be a poky dunce,

     Be alert an’ wise.

When you hear him bang away

     Grab the liftin’ pin;

Open wide the door an’ say:

     “Welcome, step right in!”

Dec. 6 ‘09