Television & radio said to me, “DRINK ME”
Beautifully printed on it in large letters,
As cowboys rounded up their critters,
The Green Hornet solved life’s mystery.
On Sunday, Christ blessed the Shadow.
Dow the rabbit’s hole I go
& if Madison Avenue says DRINK, I drink.
“Dinah’ll miss me very much tonight
I should think.”
“Soo-oooop of the e-e-evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup.”
Whenever I hear the Grand Canyon Suite,
My ears perk up at pounding feet
Of a galloping horse & the mighty cry
of HI HO SILVER. My childhoods rush by
To the Lone Ranger.
”Soo-oooop of the e-e-evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup.”
Or if Donna Dianna’s overture
Is in the score,
Then it’s Sergeant Preston
& Yukon King who freezingly appear.
Personally, I don’t hear a thing
For I’m up to my ears in horse manure
For blizzards from a Klondike western.
“Soo-oooop of the e-e-evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup.”
