Bewilderment , USA
But soft what rooster crows this morn
in colored guise of feathers fowl
It is the king " Andrew the wise "
who seeks the " Lady Red " forlorn .
And I the humble " Doc " wouldst set
this heinous wrong again to rights
concentrate oh my king my friend
and focus on this bauble bright
You're getting sleepy roostered one
your eye-lids feel as if of lead
I'll count to three and when 'tis done
we'll have a look inside your head !
GADZOOKS ! The problem's obvious !
No poult you are , you're one of us !
Discard that rubber helm and stern
your keep it's time that you must earn
Resume your former self post-haste
a stew awaits your sense of taste
for without such it's gone real flat
and I know who I'm talking at
you are no rooster , yes it's true
you're freed from feathers ," Sir Andrew "
[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (edited 02-17-2001).]