The Ultra Van Psalm
The Ultra is my RV, I shall not want another.
It often maketh me to lie under it.
It leadeth me in the paths of ridicule for its nameplate.
Yea, though I ride swiftly through the valley,
I crawl up the hills and fear much evil for thy rods.
Lest thy engine forsake me, I daily check its oil.
I anoint thy bearings with grease, and praise God.
There’s no radiator to boil and runneth over.
Surely this thing will be with me the rest of my life, 
And then we shall dwell in Ultra heaven forever.