You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash.
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags.
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs. You won't be laughing.
And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em.
This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket,
Now settle down.