To give the future a good square look
Was simply so much wasted time;
His plan was, “Never look up; just climb.”
He was yankin’ boulders a week ago
And things got balky and movin’ slow.
He strung the chain ’round a good big rock
And found that he lost the little block
To catch the link; it’s used instid
Of a hook and link, and it’s called a fid.
And Eph, he held the unhooked chain