Sandra’s got her derby hat
Jesse’s jealous of that.
Name like a criminal,
What do you expect?
Put Aunt Cloe in the psychic ward
And she’ll tell you about infinity.
I have 31 centsto hoard
Will she call me miserly?
I got a scoop on Sandra tonight.
Maybe I’ll swoop in, too:
Catch a flight on the cape wind
And whisper stories that are new.
I could tell her about an ark - an aardvark on the sea -
It all might work
If she hadn’t always been a wildcat to me.
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