Ramblin’ God

I’m a rambler, I keep no home,

I come from beyond the trees and the great blue dome.

To come to understand mankind, and gain wisdom,

I come ramblin’ about this here animal kingdom.

I put on my cowboy hat and trench coat, and hop on my motorcycle, named Slipper,

And sling about my back my rifle, that I humorously named Gunner.

I ride about, from saloon to saloon and city to city,

Seeking wisdom in the form of the Mead of Poetry,

Though, as long as the bartenders treat me nice,

A bottle of whiskey shall suffice.