Pitching In

Near a house by the lake on a dock by the shore, a young lad would fish for his family now poor. He goes to the golf course and wade's the cold lake, to find the lost golf balls then sell off his take. He'll shovel your driveway when snow's finally here, and clean out your gutters when rain's finally near. He'll mow all the lawns he can fit in a day, he's seen on some farms when their taking in hay. And when night time comes and he kneels by his bed, he thanks God for work while bowing his head. He prays that our troops will win these new wars, then his two brothers can help with the chores. We all need his outlook when money gets thin, he's out there trying he's out there to win.