It being the day before Pearl Harbor,
which in turn is several years
before my birth, it being
the year of the dog or was it
the horse, no one keeps track
of time anyway, so here comes
Mr. Coyote who looks at
my shotgun and laughs,
let us give praise where it is due,
and that is surely the old crazy world,
broken and mended patch
by fraying patch, and who knows
where love will strike next,
my friend, it could be you,
it could be you.