when words sometimes elicit
things that are, er, most explicit....
I cannot say, for fact, I love it....
('cos I'm so darned far above it........heh-heh-heh....)
sure, sure......
there's a bridge, that one in Brooklyn.....
and a pot, where there's a-cookin'
giblets, wings...sometimes a gizzard,
and some newts......maybe a lizard....
one can find it, for the lookin'....
get a ticket, yeah, the bookin'
agent's at the station......
don't need to feel no deprivation....
pull a card from out yo'r britches....
join the dance...there ain't no witches....
just a lotta cats'n'dogs.....friskin' 'round
in these-here fogs...........! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........