Walter Potthoff
From the time of conception
Until our race is run,
It’s all work and no play
With little time for fun
Daylight until dark,
It’s the name of the game.
Makes you wild and wooly,
Full of aches and pain.
It’s heave-ho,
Put your hand to the wheel,
Help where you can and let
The world know how you feel.
Pay your bills and get
Everyone paid.
Make arrangements for a place
For your still body to be laid.
Though it’s tattered and withered,
And slightly bent,
Make sure you paid the
Caretaker his rent!