Blame it All on a Bush

Ever felt like a horse
With a broken leg
And the vet said,
Shoot it?

This story has a different tone,
Not as bad
And not as sad
As that launch.
Then there is a worse story,
With no legs
To stand on at all.

Now we can appreciate
How lucky we are,
After contemplating the above,
If we can still walk around
And get into trouble
And get out,
Hopefully,
Assuming in time,
We'll get out of this bind,
And be appreciated reprieves.

What a lucky boy
Or girl we are,
When in and out of traffic
We can dart
While looking for
The tick of a better clock.
What?

We can feel better knowing
There is the option
To step into a ditch
Without the aid of a push.
How lucky we are
To have ears to hear,
That boring rewind,
That same old cliche,
Hey,
We can blame it all on a Bush.