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Hey Mister, You'Re a Freak

I gave my son a wagon and boy he had such fun I don’t know why I’m bragging, I do not have son I asked about his mother, he said they called her Stan Named after her brother, and second Cousin Jan And then he said, hey mister, with comets in your hair Do you have a sister, and could her name be Claire? I said, I don’t remember, what difference does it make? Ask me in December, that I just can't fake I think she married Lenny, the guy with crooked teeth He liked to call her Jenny, it gave him some relief But she was not related, we found her at the door We stood there and debated, then asked her in for more He looked up at me funny, a squint had found his eyes Today was very sunny, behind the clouded skies His jeans were kind of tattered and sneakers sat untied Not that that really mattered and then his voice replied Well now I must be going, although I’d like to stay I hear the rooster crowing, the time has come to play He thanked me for the wagon and rolled off down the lane I think to fight a dragon I just can not explain When then I heard him sighing while tiny wheels did squeak He shouted, no denying “Hey mister, you’re a freak”