Sweet Baby James,
Ray, you and me,
Traveling fast,
Talking faster.
Young and impatient,
Traveling fast, but still
Traveling far enough to find
Where the words end.
The words went up, down, under, and
through,
Rolled out like dice on a table.
Grabbed up, dumped in a cup,
Shake, shake, shake, ro-o-oll...
Until all the combinations of word were
spilled,
Then there was silence like eating
powdered donuts
With you, me, Ray,
And Sweet Baby James.
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