The back yard has escaped me
   I do not fear the doughy man, the mower,
   Oxen, sheep, or lamb
   My breakfast nears
   It's looking at me
   Bacon tears  my flimsy nighty
   But I am woman
   Safe and mighty
   So pork of Chilk be gone, be got
   I fear my box is cozy, hot
   I've loved and lost and loved again
   I've loved and lost and loved a lot
   I've always loved that goddamned ox
   There's something warm inside my socks