At dawns early light.
I carry one in my pocket,
Throughout each and every day,
And have to move it often,
When it gets in my way.
I put one in the family room,
For everyone to see,
And dust it each and everyday,
Religiously on bended knees.
Each and every Sunday,
I tote one into church,
Hold it open on my lap,
It's really lot of work.
So, I don't understand it,
Why nothing goes my way,
Cause I keep one close beside me,
