The Doc says it will be August,
Before I can crawl back on a horse,
With a busted wing and knee,
I know heís right of course!
I was born a restless soul,
A leaf upon the Ocean.
From dawn to dusk, as a general rule,
If Iím conscious, Iím in motion.
Now I aint supposed to walk or ride,
And to compound the boredom factor,
About the only thing I can legally drive,
Is my old garden tractor!
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