WHITSUNDAY
They are amassing at the border,
all those puddle-jumpers and disenfranchised
slackers refusing to budge. The lights are
down in the canyon, and (they've suddenly
realized that) not a one among them can
read. Papers fly about and a few laggard
mothers scream. 'My child will be paying
for this forever!' The fat Russian lady
holding the tupperware cake falls
over in a swoon.
-
A man from the Central Bureau stops by
to see how (any) progress is going.
'Aleck', he asks, 'has anyone
here seen Aleck?'...of course,
no one answers him back.
-
The tar is still soft 'neath the feet.
That odd guy from Pennsylvania
is singing alone. 'Has anybody
seen my gal, has anybody
seen my gal?'
-
He gets it all right,
then he gets it
all wrong.
(A curious partaker of melody, he).
They are amassing at the border,
all those puddle-jumpers and disenfranchised
slackers refusing to budge. The lights are
down in the canyon, and (they've suddenly
realized that) not a one among them can
read. Papers fly about and a few laggard
mothers scream. 'My child will be paying
for this forever!' The fat Russian lady
holding the tupperware cake falls
over in a swoon.
-
A man from the Central Bureau stops by
to see how (any) progress is going.
'Aleck', he asks, 'has anyone
here seen Aleck?'...of course,
no one answers him back.
-
The tar is still soft 'neath the feet.
That odd guy from Pennsylvania
is singing alone. 'Has anybody
seen my gal, has anybody
seen my gal?'
-
He gets it all right,
then he gets it
all wrong.
(A curious partaker of melody, he).
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