A rock fell with a splash
In a stream from the past
And momma
She let out a gasp
She said
"What utter trash."
To which I answered
With my usual panache
"Momma, your clothes clash!"
And I took from my pocket
A big crimson brick
With the inscription
"Dinah Loves Dick,"
And momma, she thought she might be sick
But I didn't care
I had my brick
I had my brick
It was strange that night
When I saw that cloud
The one that my father allowed
Me to see
Through his faded velvet shroud
My father, he was very, very proud
And when I asked him, ''How proud?"
He said, "I'm as proud
As that cloud"