THE PICKET-FENCE
With a beat as good as any could play
I'd sing my way to school and pretty soon
A chum would join to almost always say,
"Can't you sing a little more lively tune.
'Jack and Jill' or 'The Cow Jumped Over The Moon'."
Into high gear I'd shift showing no pretense,
Picking up the beat belting-out Va-voom.
While clicking that rickety picket fence.
A lady eating from a breakfast tray,
Snapped at me as milk dripped from her spoon.
She said, "I'm going to make you pay some day
For marking my fence like a scratching baboon."
Then more loudly said, "You're a loony buffoon!"
In spite of all she never took offense.
She was amused to see me dance and croon
While clicking her rickety picket fence.
But then alas! Another school delay.
I had to run and move like clickety zoom.
Or face the music my bottom would pay
To the tune of the strap of Mister Mc Dune.
Who had a long protuberance wrinkled like a prune?
So my chum would have some fun at my expense.
With school let out I'd skip on home and swoon.
While clicking that rickety picket fence.
I was moved by a wartime movie with cartoons.
Ya see, on the way home things got pretty tense.
It was I! Who saved our town from those platoons.
While clicking that rickety picket fence.