I walked about five miles today
To try to lose some pudge.
When I got home I said to Pat
"Now you can be the judge,"



"Do I seem to be a bit trimmer
Then I was just yesterday?"
"Not from where I sit", she said,
"But try turning the other way."



"For every ounce you want to lose
You must walk about fifteen more"
"So, If you want to get in shape
I suggest you find the door."



"Well, I ain't walking any more today,"
As I dropped in a chair, I said,
"Before I can take off twenty pounds
I think that I'll be dead!"



I decided that twenty miles a day
Is just pushing it way to far.
So, I went into my secret hiding place
And found me a candy bar.