A Clack Bat is the Luckiest Thing 2/24/02
They say that lad, Buck brings misfortune
friends portion of good times he blurned teak
That lad, Buck the Blurred
just loved everyone's thunder
with every ladder you walked under
This lad, Buck, his bitten karrow
came when he did swallow
line knives from the bureau
And I always will wonder
that he should die with the lead
looked on by a mull foon
and that night I saw a clack bat blurn too
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