Ridin’ high on the life’s withers,
your smile plumb big as the moon;
everything comin’ up roses,
not a care in this big ol’ world.

You’re a man on a one-track mission,
that prize lookin’ down with a grin,
Shoutin’ your name to the heavens;
“Get up here boy, it‘s yours for the takin‘!”

Life has a way of collapsin, sometimes,
when you reckon you’ve got it made;
death can come quick as a ‘skeeter bite,
worse, still, you’re crippled for life.

Dontcha be countin’ them chickens,
they can just up and fly the coop;
leavin’ you holdin’ a bag with no eggs,
standin’ there with a silly look on your face.

Get acquainted with your maker, friend,
He ain’t so hard to get to know;
Leastwise, you’ll have got a word in,
Before it’s time for you to go!