The Big Spread

A brand new outfit's startin' up --
It's really big they say!
Why, it's gonna stretch acrost the globe!
They call it Y2-K.
Now all the boys are tellin' me
It's just my kind of place,
"You're just the hand that outfit needs!
You've even got the face!"


I guess they're hard up for a cook --
It must be a "greasy sack",
'Cause I hear tell I should stock beans,
Stow bacon in my pack!
You know, I think from what I hear,
They're hirin' right away!
Slim says, "Oh, Absolutely, Buck!
They start on New Year's Day.


"You really ought to hire on!
They need a responsible guy!
And Buck, you's born responsible --
You don't even have to try!"
"You know, Slim's right!" Ol' Stumpy says,
"He's not talkin' through his hat!
  Boss always says, when somethin's wrong,
  'Buck's responsible for that!'"


That's what they always tell me,
So I reckon that it's true.
Someone must head that great new spread,
So that's just what I'll do!
They say they'll miss me when I'm gone --
But I'll work up fast, they say.
They'll sure be proud to say they knew
The foreman of
Y2-K!


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"The Big Spread" by Dee Strickland Johnson © December, 1999