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.