I lack toes on my feet from a farm accident
See I used to milk cows just to pay the rent
But machines took over when I was spent
Then fell on my feet for a nice settlement

The fat lady sang,and the cows came home
The bell was rang, and ants eloped to roam
Then they crawled into your hotel bedding
Everyone just loves a destination wedding

Cried so many days, over milk that’s spilt
How many ways, can you deal with guilt
Wondering what could have been built
Like a poker player going on full Tilt

Read into this what you may old sport
How many ways can a gymnast contort?
How many lines can a finance man snort?
Are we all just sailors looking for a port?

I won’t tolerate lactose and allergic to Soy
Playing sports with no toes I’ve lost the joy
The world could always use more coaches
But For now I’ll sleep, so Buenas Noches