And some say, they do, the best was he, of all the warriors to come thereafter.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jedi
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
And then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground come a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know ol Jedi’s a millionaire,
The kinfolk said “Jedi move away from there”
Said “Californy is the place you ought to be”
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.
It’s obvious that Yoda had still yet to master “The Force” when this High School Yearbook photo was taken. About his sweater, “Criticize you will my Mother’s knitting, but warm I am, so complain I will not.”