A friend came by today, caught me feeling blue.
He said, "I just don't know what I'm to do with you".
He marched out to his car, came back carrying a map
made me sit down and put it in my lap.

He told me to open it, spread it out on the floor.
I did it just for him, sometimes he's such a bore.
He said, "Now tell me how many people there might be
covering all the land that spans from sea to sea".
I said, "Probably billions". I wasn't really sure.
I was thinking to myself what a strange kind of cure.

He said, "You are right, billions this is true,
and how many did you say don't like you"?
I sheepishly said three or maybe it was four.
He said, "I rest my case", and walked out the door.
I was left standing with a smile on my face.
He had made his point, my blues had been erased.

WhiteRose 2000