A poor man thought a fool rode to town on his mule
When a rich man in a big car wizzed past
But the car it broke down before reaching town
For the rich man had run out of gas
The man joined the fool on the back of the mule
And together they reached town at last
The beast blew a fart; gave the rich man a start
'Cause the mule still had plenty of gas
Now Kendall my friend; I hope in the end
That this ditty will cause you to smile
And I pray that the sound of your voice will be found
To return in a very short while.