Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,

I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;

The Admission is free, so pay at the door,

Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

Early in the morning, in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight;

Back to back, they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

A blind man came to watch fair play,

A mute man came to shout “Hooray!”

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

Drew his sword and shot those boys.

He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,

In a two-story house on a vacant lot;

A man with no legs came walking by,

and kicked the lawman in his thigh.

He crashed through a wall without making a sound,

into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;

A long black hearse come to cart him away,

But he ran for his life and is still gone today.

I watched from the corner of the big round table,

The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;

But if you doubt my lies are true,

Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.

He could have spoke up anytime after the busts went down.