They're coming to take me back
to the funny farm where I was born,
at least that is what my wife calls it.
Where the cows in the fields
do the rumba all day
while chewing on their cud.
The rooster does the hokey kokey
at the crack of dawn.
The sheep do the cha cha cha
while grazing in the fields
and the farmer just waltz's around
the farm feeding the chickens
doing the old fashion two step.
All the animals dance to their own beat
and they are coming to take me back
to teach them how to square dance
with them on a Saturday night.
I see the men in white coats
coming up to my door
to drag me away in my Santa Claus outfit
and park me in their sleigh.
With a sprinkling of dust
and a hearty Hi Ho Silver away!
Wait a minute that was the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
What ever happen to Rudolph?
He is still frolicking with Donna in the snow,
then with a whoosh we are off
to the funny farm the place where I was born.
21-22 November 2014
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