I know now what I chase

The back yard has escaped me

I do not fear the doughy man, the mower,

Oxen, sheep, or lamb

My breakfast nears

It's looking at me

Bacon tears my flimsy nighty

But I am woman

Safe and mighty

So pork of Chilk be gone, be got

I fear my box is cozy, hot

I've loved and lost and loved again

I've loved and lost and loved a lot

I've always loved that goddamned ox

There's something warm inside my socks