Lump Sum
Sold my cold knot, a heavy stoneSold my red horse for a venture homeTo vanish on the bowSettling slow
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrumsOr so the story goesColor the eraFilm it as historical
My mile could not pump the plumbIn my arbor 'till my ardor trumpedEvery inner inertiaLump sum
All at once rushing from the sump-pumpOr so the story goesBalance we won't knowWe will see when it gets warm