Elizabeth was a quiet old lady.
Torrence was a young guy who often said "that's word."
Dave was a young guy who did a really good Walken impression.
Elizabeth makes square cakes in a two-inch tangle pan
She pinches them and prunes them for her understanding man
She puts one on the catapult and points it toward his wall
Converts the torque to metric-- bricks are seven meters tall
Torrence takes a trolley of amoebas to the zoo
He feeds them cotton candy that he's scraped off from his shoe
And nothing makes a timid micro-organism squeal
So much as stories past of breakdowns told atop the ferris wheel
Dave has shied from socks since the union workers' strike
He's cutting boots from foil in preparing for a hike
A possum falls into his lap, its dying wish to be
Converted to an ornament hung boot-wrapped from the tree