PSALM 23

         The Ford is my auto,
         (a Chevy I want),
         it maketh me to lie down
         on muddy roads.
         It leadeth me into trouble,
         it draweth on my purse.
         I go into the paths of debt
         for its sake.
         Yea though I understand
         my Ford perfectly,
         I fear much evil, lest
         the connecting rod or
         the axle might break,
         It hath a blowout in the
         presence of my enemies.
         I annoint the tire with a patch,
         the radiator boileth over,
         surely this thing will not
         follow me all the days of my
         life, or I shall dwell in the
         house of the poor forever!