Run up and
down your scales a few times, assume a slightly
melancholy but infinitely polite air and
start channeling Ella as you expose your souls with
this raw musical experience...
Ms. Ruthie regrets...
Ms. Ruthie regrets she's unable to write today,
cooleagues,
Ms. Ruthie regrets, she's unable to write today.
She's sorry to be delayed,
but last evening with her Ph.D. she played, cooleagues.
Ms. Ruthie regrets, she's unable to write today.
When she came to and found the time to write was near,
cooleagues,
she pulled out her pad and got going right away.
From deep in her poet's heart,
she began to make a feeble start, cooleagues,
but Ms. Ruthie regrets she's unable to write today.
When the day comes for us to pull on our shirts this
week, cooleagues,
Take your dollars to Dawn; you'll feel better if you
pay.
For it's your job to write no wrongs,
and though it's mine to keep cranking out songs,
cooleagues,
good thing at least John was quite able to write
today.
Sigh!
Ruth's
Remarkable Parodies