It's funny how some of our wishes got lost.
Yeah! Even before it could find it's way.
It's funny how people here dont even matter and they are here.
You matter and you are far away. ...
(With apologies to the singer of the “Song of the Banjo”.)
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
I haven't got a “vox humana” tone,
And a dime or two will satisfy my cost.
I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights;
I am more or less uncertain on the key;
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