Oh no! Charlie's horse has lost a shoe, and he does not know what to do.
Round and round through the town - up and down he did roam.
Help poor Charlie find the shoe.
A haunting melody a railroad whistle provides as do the meadowlarks that trill nearby.
As all through life, Charlie & Good Luck do often upon the proverbial fork in the road do come.
"Nuts," Charlie will say and off they trot.
East they came then south they turned and once again east.
Until at last from their travels they rest in a sunny spot,
And not far from here the pesky shoe will be found.