Believing in the bucket went myself that fine evening Under the bee’s wings with luck’s wend I spent mental health time on what I was needing Calling my name, It was their price tag I was reading, my buck’s spent will get one without a dent I said in my mind to the settled upon shelf, into the self check line I then went speeding Knighting him Sir Spud Bucket during how my served glove’s trust met it first for the meeting went myself for the transaction completing Every time