Day 109:
Here is what I’m singing right now…
As a poor Earther I was born
Pick away, haul away
And for my birth home I now mourn
We’re bound to make our fortune
I found a job in outer space
Pick away, haul away
But now I’m stranded in disgrace
We’re bound to make our fortune
I’m digging in a crooked line
Pick away, haul away
But keeping everything I mine
We’re bound to make our fortune
…
It goes on from there, but I’ll spare you. I didn’t say I was good at it.
