Down The Primrose Garden Path
And when The Journey was all over
I had purchased for Myself a Golden Calf!
My Eye had an annoying habit
Of buying what did My stomach overfill
And it always left me feeling
Like I was a trussed-up chicken waiting
For the Butcher to come and kill!
You would think that I would acquire some Commonsense
But you would be wrong on that very score
I again let My Eye make another purchase
And Hell came knocking trying to break down My front door!
From That Day until This Day
On which we are conversing
I have put My Shoulder to the Gospel Plow
And by God's Grace and a Living Faith
I'm Walking Straight and Behaving like
Chubby, The Contented Cow!