Upsy Downsy Gemini Queen

Uh-oh the upsy-downsy-queen is on a tear Her flowered skirt is blowing in the northern air Standing on an oak limb, on maniacal cousin’s dare She forces a regal decree into a queen’s avid declare. Is she on meds or off? Asks the spotted dotted clown. Don’t make her mad I say, you don’t want to see her jump down. Gemini queen on meds is laughing with a crazed hyena’s frown Squirrel practices “shut up” as she paints her acorns a glorious brown. Frankly says a boring subject, the young queen’s exuberance is the glue That keeps the sedate king from running home to his mama in Kalamazoo. Queen mis-yells a Mama Cass Song, entertaining us as only she can do. I am so glad he went north for his bride says my looney cousin, Little Lou