Folded Thought of the Day:


as i went walking through the trees 
i went a-looking for what i'd see.  

saw a dark haired girl, she grabbed my eyes 
with her beauty i was surely mesmerized.
she reached deep into her pocket deep 
and a creepy feeling began to creep
up my spine and around my neck 
to quote a man, "all hands on deck."

What was this object her attention did command 
what was this thing now in her hand?  
and just like that she pulled it out, 
"just like that" i thought to shout.

And would you believe this girl so fair, 
the one with my eyes and dark, dark hair, 
held in her hand an object i know 
'twas little more than a blue yo-yo.

i smiled to see an object so sweet 
startled, she dropped it at my feet 
our foreheads bumped as we reached to retrieve 
and my sad sad heart got a moment's reprieve. 

she was dazed and groggy from the bumpidy bump 
gave me her name, think i'll look her up, 
but in the confusion the yo-yo got a mind of its own
kicked by a mule, its balance thrown.

and it rolled and rolled and rolled some more, 
rolled right through the kitchen door.
'Til it came at last to a lasting stop
beside an old man who had nodded off...

well, we've had some fun and will have again, 
when the wind meets the whistle, blowing 'round the bend.