In my trailer I hunkered down way out in the woods,
Waiting for good times to end surrounded by dry goods,
The wait could have been longer but, the gods heard not my pleas,
Thus, a shortage of companionship has brought me to my knees,
I knew the death was coming crossing oceans in tin birds,
And, out of one bird a child came speaking simple words,
"Mommy I feel really sick please, hold me for a little bit,"
And, the child coughed and that was it,
Then, all across the land it came,
Bearing a most scientific name,
As the plague approached all fingered blame,
But, the death brought silence and, for each the same,
So, here alone the plague I beat,
In my trailer walled with canned meat,
Out to town out in the street,
Lies my bride and my defeat,
Although I warned her not to wander,
She went to town for one last ponder,
My love mourned because her world didn't last,
Delay assured she's in that past.
