Iditarod, Rod, Rod They Do Rod, Rod (Sung To The Tune They Do Run, Run They Do Run, Run) Poem by Joe Rosochacki

I met the bee-atch on a Sunday and my heart stood still
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
Somebody told me that her name was Jill
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

GPS, my heart stood still
GPS, her name was Jill
And when she tracked me to Nome
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

I knew what she was mushin' when she caught my eye
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
She ran so quit, but my oh my
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

GPS, she caught my eye
GPS, my oh my
And when she tracked me to Nome
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

Packed me up at seven and she looked so fine
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
Someday soon, I'm gonna make her mine
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

GPS, she looked so fine
GPS, I made her mine
And when she tracked me to Nome
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod

Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod
Iditarod, Rod, Rod They do Rod, Rod