Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: notesfiles - hp 1.2 08/01/83; site hp-pcd.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxr!ihnp4!zehntel!hplabs!hp-pcd!lori From: lori@hp-pcd.UUCP (lori) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Re: strange poem.... Must read! Message-ID: <5500080@hp-pcd.UUCP> Date: Fri, 22-Mar-85 00:47:00 EST Article-I.D.: hp-pcd.5500080 Posted: Fri Mar 22 00:47:00 1985 Date-Received: Mon, 4-Mar-85 20:32:34 EST References: <59@mcc-db.UUCP> Organization: Hewlett-Packard - Corvallis, OR Lines: 36 Nf-ID: #R:mcc-db:-5900:hp-pcd:5500080:000:850 Nf-From: hp-pcd!lori Mar 1 21:47:00 1985 I don't suppose that any of you know the words to the song "Ain't We Crazy?", do you? It goes something like this: "It was midnight on the ocean, not a horsecart was in sight. I stepped into a drugstore, to get myself a light. The man behind the counter was a woman old and grey, who used to peddle postcards on the Road to Mandalay. 'Good evening, Sir', she said to me, her eyes were filled with tears. She put her head between her knees, and stayed that way for years. Her children all were orphans, except for one small tot, who lived across the street, just above a vacant lot. (chorus) Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy? I think I'll sing this song all night today! Ain't we crazy? Ain't we crazy? What a way to pass the time away." Or something like that. Oh well, Mark F. Cook