I know now what I chase The back yard has escaped me I do not fear the doughy man, the mower, Oxen, sheep, or lamb My breakfast nears It's looking at me Bacon tears my flimsy nighty But I am woman Safe and mighty So pork of Chilk be gone, be got I fear my box is cozy, hot I've loved and lost and loved again I've loved and lost and loved a lot I've always loved that goddamned ox There's something warm inside my socks.