Gentleman's Lament

Cars bellering sputtering chimneys
Stifling smothering people
Hastily baking away

James, I must retire to the country
Should I linger much longer
I shall surely expire

James, all I want are some horsies
A nice river with fishes
And a cold place to die

Saddle up, the blacksmith has fashioned blades
Skating thoroughbreds on frozen Mississippi
Shooting holes to catch the fishies hit and run

Viscous thoughts slosh slowly on through cluttered mind
Fishies figure eight and horsies butterfly
Butler scratches chin and sighs, wonders why



Credits
Writer(s): Anne Eickelberg, Mark Davies, Hugh Swarts, Brian Hageman, Jay Paget
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