I’d love to come to visit

But think that I must never;

Your friends might be expecting

Someone who actually is clever.

So if the real mortal me

In the flesh should just appear

I might ruin the very image

You’ve worked hard on for a year.

They soon would sure discover

I’m really just quite wacky.

And split their sides a-laughin’

And we’d both feel pretty tacky.

May B. Winkel © 2003