Let my ball be long and straight, keep me from the rough;
Out of bounds and bunkers and all that slushy stuff;
Never let me hook or slice, plug balls or top short shots;
And guide me from those ‘air swings’ that make me look a clot.
When I’m on the final green with a point to win the game,
Let me see the putting line and help me with my aim,
And if my ball should come up short and stop just on the lip
Send down a bolt of lightning that will shake the earth a bit.