The Ballad of the Busy Buzzard – an excerpt
The buzzard was a cry’n as he just kept a try’n to be a lap escapee. Well granma wouldn’t have it so she took her old Nun Habit and beat upon the man named Tee. The man started cry’n the harder he was try’n but he was cry’n wee, wee, wee. His tears started flowin and they all started goin in the jar with the buzzard on his knee. So now don’t you know it I’m soundin like a poet it’s all bout that very large buzzard you see. If he wasn’t so busy he wouldn’t get so dizzy and be surprising ole Grandma and me.
When Synapses Go Bad 