I’m late. I’m late. I’m late. For a very… ah, never mind. And, besides, that was the damn rabbit, not the mouse.
If the song below strikes you as inconsequential, sloppy even by the hyper-relaxed standards of A Year of Songs, and smacking strongly of being a hastily thrown together filler, I’m thinking you’re not as dumb as I look.
I apologize for technical and personal scheduling difficulties which have been interfering with my regular musical posts. In addition to my own schedule issues, it appears that my media hosts have been experiencing some recurring difficulties which have prevented uploads.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.
There was an apparatchik named McClellan
who didn’t have much in his melon
For this Prez he seemed suited
but in a fake shakeup was booted
Still — he might just end up a felon