Elmer Keith is my master,
I shall not flinch.
He leadeth me to larger calibers,
He suggesteth hotter handloads.
Yea, though I load with 2400,
I fear not failure,
For my Smith & Wesson is with me.
Recessed chambers comfort me.
I hunt chipmunks with my .458,
Verily, I slay cans with my .44 Magnum.
Yea, though I load maximum,
With a pinch for good luck,
Yea, though I implore Lyman
To design a heavier bullet,
I shall not be satisfied.
Surely someone will bring forth
A hotter magnum,
Then shall my heart be gladdened,
And powder smoke shall surround me
All the days of my life.