The box cars hit the snow
Crawl down the roads
With book stores in the neighbourhood
A box in each and it is so cold
He can now afford more than clothes
Don't think us so unkind in this climate
In his own write there is no inveigling
Or lying about the books or politics
With a jig in his feet and a boxer's ego
He swallows his pride and fights the battle
Down in one and he is just having fun
Down in two and the extra road plays the same tune
Down in three he would have fought Foreman on the street
If it suffices to say then submission is the ultimate defeat
A couple of them in precision
The bell tolls and he stays on his feet