Gwen Petersen: In a Sow’s Ear 1-14-13 |

Gwen Petersen: In a Sow’s Ear 1-14-13

The tune “My Bonnie” lends itself to parody big-time. The old standard cowboy song “In the Sweet By and By” uses the ditty as in:

Last night as I lay on the prairie …

And looked at the stars in the sky.

I wondered if ever a cowboy

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Would drift to that sweet by and by.

Chopping ice in my frozen-over horse-watering tank inspired:

Bring Back My Get-Up-and-Go …

The muscles ached bad in my shoulder

I thought of the chore up ahead.

Two inches of ice in the horsetank

The thought made me shudder with dread.

Chorus …

Bring back, bring back

Bring back my get-up-and-go, oh, oh!

Bring back, bring back

Bring back my get-up-and-go …

I break up the ice with a pickaxe

It makes my poor shoulder real sore

To chop up the ice is a must-do

Or critters can’t drink anymore.

Chorus …

The horses get thirsty when water

Has froze up rock-hard in the night.

So I must break up the hard surface

I whack it with all of my might.

Chorus …

The blows make my shoulder all achey

My rotator cuff is inflamed.

It hurts when I’m swinging the pickaxe

I worry that I shall be maimed.

Chorus …

Tomorrow the chores will start over

The ice will have formed once again.

I’ll swing the darned pickaxe with gusto

And hurt my rotator again.

Chorus …

Doc says the tendon is fragile

Might rupture from all of the strain.

I wondered just how I could chop ice

And keep my poor shoulder from pain.

Chorus …

I purchased a propane gas heater

And set it way down in the tank.

It sure kept the water from freezing

For which, all the gods I did thank.

Chorus …

Then blew in a storm with winds howling

Which snuffed out the pilot light flame.

The water froze up in a jiffy

The pickaxe is back in the game.

Chorus …

Come spring when this winter is over

I’ll get my poor shoulder repaired.

Till then I will cuss and I’ll suffer

And hope my rotator won’t tear.

Chorus …

Bring back, bring back

Bring back my get-up-and-go, oh, oh!

Bring back, bring back

Bring back my get-up-and-go … ❖


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