Friday, July 17, 2015

Twenty-first Century Summertime

And the livin' is somewhat difficult
Fish are struggling feebly to the surface
And the cotton is maybe up to your ankles

Oh, your daddy's got five dollars in his pocket on a good day
And your ma is kind of plain
So howl, little baby, cry all you want
Things can only get worse.

Kate Gallison (and her wacky cousins from Maine)
with apologies to George Gershwin

1 comment:

  1. ... As taken from the headlines all over the planet... tjstraw