Where Lightning Strikes Twice

There once was a patsy who wanted to make a buck With a parrot on his shoulder for good luck Bill was the bird’s name And he knew how to strategize to win life’s game Off to the treasure coast The pair cheered with a toast Leaving behind a wintry mess To look for an allusive lucrative IRA chest South the two did go Wanting to enjoy one more show When they landed in the state of fountain of youth Where there were riches according to the legend that was rumored the truth Upon their arrival they were greeted By pinstripes in a meeting Are you looking for gold visitor from the north? How much do you think a patsy is worth? The Pinstripes did ask with a grin Knowing honestly how to win I must decline comment right now Realizing this could be my final bow We wish you the best in what you are looking for Pinstripes said about the opportunity door Enjoy it here in this tourist destination Rest relax before digging into your professional presentation I have Bill On my wing where he chills And he will guide me with style and skill For when we discover that grand In the sand It will be mine And No longer will I be a patsy in decline Only the tale will be told By someone explaining who actually got the gold The Pinstripes who are already there Or a Patsy looking for a buck in which no one knows where