This’ll make you smile. Put on your poet’s beret and go read this right now.
In a world where I could drunkenly recite this at a picnic while my fellows banged tankards on the table and roared the chorus loud enough to make Shannon Watts’s head hurt, I’d believe we might be all right after all.
















































Thank you, Joel. Your picnic with banging beer steins is exactly the right environment for this poem.
Ima raise my daughters to be belting this one out right along with me. Fantastic image. 🙂