I’m not in great shape at the moment,
Feeling a bit weathered and worn.
You can see the number of windows,
Well, my house twas’ busy with many to born.
My back broke down the other day,
A wind too strong forced me to turn the other way.
I could use a hammer and a fresh tap of nails,
Some red rouge and well, my top is getting grey.
I never thought it would turn out like this,
Alone on the prairie, wolves howling at my door.
My master no longer could stand the smell
Of manure and so he abandoned me as well.
My hope still thrives, even though I’m old and bent,
I just need a hand so I can get back up one more time.
I look a little downcast, but shucks, it’s not the end,
If even one would just come home, I could be like new again.