Going for a total of twenty-five
With ten more miles to go
And bugs’ attempts to eat me alive
And dusk, it’s creeping in slow
But when I stop to think it through
I think it will be thirty
I’ll catch some hours of sleep (a few)
For I’ll be tired and dirty
And once I get to Salisbury
And certainly by Maine
I shall be rewarded, very
(Or else I’ll be insane)