Golden Taco

There was a man, there was a man,

Who was looking for his life's happiness.

It was a long time ago.

He was in search of the golden taco.

He thought he'd find, somewhere he'd find

Some comfort for his heart and mind.

Our buddy's name is Rocko.

And he set out for the golden taco.

His journey showed him to a road

That might relieve him from his load.

So he started to walk-o,

Starting his quest for the golden taco.

He didn't know just where to go,

Or why he sought the treasure so,

And the village, they'd mock-o,

Yet he still sought out the golden taco.

Through wind and rain, he stood the pain

Of leaving all the his lifelong gain.

Over mountains high, valleys low,

His search went on for the golden taco.

Upon a whim, his trail brought him

To the house of the wise man Clem,

And on the door he had to knock-o,

He just had to find the golden taco.

The night grew cold, so Clem had told

Old Rocko where to find his gold.

So he sought that fateful dock-o

Where Clem said he'd find the golden taco.

He found water, and Clem's daughter,

He discovered that he sought her.

He and she began to talk-o.

He delayed finding the golden taco.

A strange feeling began reeling

As Rocko found himself kneeling

To ask her hand in wedlock-o!

Clem smiled and said, "There's the golden taco."

Well, she said yes, got in her dress,

What happened then, you might guess,

And then the years passed on the clock-o.

He found he still loved the golden taco.

May God make you rich like Rocko.

Don't forget who gave the golden taco.

-Austin Ward

8/1/05