The Reckoning
There are those who must think,
While others believe,
And a few who politely suppose.
You’ll hear buts and ya sees,
Even excuse me, please,
And folks who shout everyone knows.
But I reckon.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I just reckon.
Woo, woo, woo.
I don’t figure.
I don’t guess.
I don’t bet.
At least not yet.
Although,
it’s conceivable,
If guilty of a momentary lapse,
Or else a monumental
Intellectual collapse,
I might, on rare occasions,
Be reduced to a perhaps,
But I reckon not, Jack.
‘cause I reckon.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I just reckon.
Woo, woo, woo.
I don’t conjecture.
I don’t surmise.
I don’t presume.
I'm out of room.
Too-da-loo.
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