Deranged
to the tune of Home on the Range
In the woods, in the gloam
There’s a muttering gnome
Like his mind, he’s wandered away
And he should be interred
Yes, the thought has occurred
But the jailers would not last a day
Big daddy’s deranged
He’s losing it more every day
He makes up strange words
And it all sounds absurd
But the kids do not care anyway
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Some of the many happy verses Vivian
was subjected to singing and walking in the woods.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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