But the Lord he designed and decreed it so.
Of course he knew that the game was no cinch,
So he gave man some trifles to help in a pinch.
One was an instinct, that might be read:
“Lay hold of something, and pull till you’re dead!”
Another, that can’t be translated as well,
Was, “Le’ go my tail—and go to Hell!”
But the strongest card in the whole blame pack
Was the fine sensation that paid man back;
For the finest feeling that’s been unfurled