There’s this crazy lady in Wisconsin,

She claims to have never committed sin,

I am sure she is being honest,

As if I didn’t believe her,

She’d probably hit me with the proverbial rolling pin…J

There is a guy in jolly old England,

His name rhymes with Sandy,

He is one wacky Brit,

He studies the martial arts,

I hear that every time he makes a move, he farts…J

There is also a gentleman out on the Island Long,

A part of New York, to the east,

He writes of poetry that could be song,

According to his doctor we must take him with a grain of salt,

Or at the very least only a small amount of powdered yeast…J

Then we come to a young man in the state of snow & an old mountain man,

The mountain man is gone, unfortunately, but this man is still there,

He writes a lot on the changes of his state,

And of the old mountain man, that he “says”  he talks to,

 That would be his insanity, speaking to man made of rock,

But I guess it’s better than what I do, that being,

Speaking to the great musician Johann Sebastian Bach…J