There's life in the old girl yet,
Just oil her down and keep her wet.
There's a fine patina to her skin,
Not too fat, not too thin.
She's lasted all these years,
Toil and trouble, wasted fears.
Threadbare in a few spots,
Tasted cold and got the hots.
Been through some bumps and grinds,
Been up front, and done lefts behinds.
Hasn't got any regular care,
Still, when needed, always there.
Crank her up and turn her on,
Use her up before she's gone.
You thought I was writing about my girl?
Just that old fixer upper from Cousin Earl.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull