Written by: Lou Schreiberg

I met a man, forever wishin' 
Who could not align of his condition
His head , he knew, was in his mouth
Which certainly hurt his health

He found a friend on the roof
Whose shoe, exactly, fit his tooth,
Together, they found a prognostician
To advise of their conditions

“Lucky, both, I will paint your perditions
Toes in mouths, with arty renditions,
Perhaps, you’ve heard of me, 
I’m Dali from Paree”