with one disaster after another
hang on tight for the wild ride
this loopy loop that we go through
with all its dips and most its dives

no need in guessing what's next to happen
this dog that bites in broad daylight
don't let what's left catch you napping
or it might mush your mangled mind

storms blow through tighting up the noose
makes it harder to breath with each passing breeze
mother nature it's true has bi-polar moods
that keeps us all knocking our knobbly knees  

never do we know what she's going to throw
this winch with a wrench into the mix
when her dastardly don'ts are masterfully done
the only thing left on her list is continue to kick

out one disaster after another
as we all hang tight for the wildest of rides
in this loopy loop we all go through
with all of its dips and most of its dive