Leave my river crossing rambling
in the little book
rain or shine you know me
I can always cook
So take a peek in as
I stir up this pot
Because you know I got a lot
and I serve it hot
Surprise some thought
my rambling days had dried up
some days thought myself
these circuits were fried up
With this and that
up my sleeve
a little half smile
take my leave
and ramble on and up
turn tramp baton and cup
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