Monday, November 22, 2010


Gild it, silver it,
Cover it o'er with tin foil.

Parade it, sell it,
For more than a barrel of crude oil.

Pickle it, preserve it,
It's more precious than bog soil.

Tie it, handcuff it,
It's beginning to really spoil.

Forget it, lose it,
As you shuffle off this mortal coil.