Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Oh, what had little Margie wrought?
Could it have been a little thought?
The glimmer of some new refrain
That nestled somewhere in her brain?
Some mustard seed of melancholy,
tiny spark of foolish folly,
Poised to brightly germinate
Into something truly great?
And then, in blinking of an eye,
It saw its chance and bade goodbye
Then hit the road and headed south
To where I caught it in my mouth
And held it gently in my cheeks,
Suckled it for many weeks
Then swallowed it and let it spread
Within my body, toe to head,
So it's not lost, dear Margie. See?
Your thought is deep inside of me.