A Dirge for My Danners

When I was forty I said

Or at least I thunk it in my head:

I put my feet up on that grill

My boots are burned there still

On the bottom

Still got ‘em

Hiking boots from high school

Had to have ‘em

In order to be cool

Wore ‘em hunting with my dad

All the great trips that we had

Chasing the elusive buck

Pushing the truck

Out of the muck

Survival mode

If it snowed

Hit the mother lode

That’s a better fish

I know you fellas wish

You could hook ‘em

And land ‘em

Like I do

Like I do

Whoo hoo!

Can’t wear ‘em to the prom

But I’m gonna bring ‘em along

Because in the after party

I’m gonna party hearty

And make you laugh a hardy

Har Har Har

You know what you are?

You’re a star

You’re gonna go far

Forget about this roughin’

It

You’re never gonna be toughin’

It

Sloughin’

It

Instead

Doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it

Chewin’ it, chewin’ it, chewin’ it

You’re gonna be savorin’

Favorin’

The flavor in

The good life

And if you’re not my wife

You’ll be someone else’s

Who’s probably more suited

A fella you recruited

To settle in

And begin

The countdown

To settlin’ down

I wanna count up

Settle up

Move up

Marry up

Drink from the cup

That came from the well

Of eternity

Oh, let it be

The spark

The hark

That Harold and the Angels

Sang about

Twist and shout

That dance is so fire

Burn the tread right off your tire

And speaking of that

My boots are kinda flat

On the bottom

I still got ‘em

Even though I’m more than sixty

And have finally—finally!—nixed the

Idea that they’ll last forever

Until the 12th of never

‘Cuz they ain’t even much good for puntin’

So next time I go huntin’

It is my considered brame

To toss onto the flame

The boots that got me ‘round

To the many parts of town

To places bad and good

To the lakes and to the woods

I bet when they were new

There’s no way they could have knew

<Ahem>

They were gonna be the best friend

To the bitter burning end

Of some guy

With adventure in his eye

And a riddle in his name

Sitting at the tippety-toppity top

Of a white-hot fire’s flame

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