A Folk Song

Down by the lake there’s an old rattlesnake,

He whispers a fortune to you,

Dozens of stories about each of your glories,

And all your miseries too.

He says, “You’ll grow into a find young man,

Your heart’ll always shine true,”

Speaks, “boy, don’t forget it.” Then he went and quit,

That rattlesnake swam into the blue.

Take all of his lessons, in each of his sessions,

Don’t the let cold wind blow through,

And just when you think, that you’re on the brink,

Remember that shoreline dew.