Again I must admit
And to you I will submit
That I am no musician
But it is my suspicion
That in the second panel
We see a blooming cello
Do my little peepers deceive me
Look if you don’t believe me
But there are four strings
That become three of all things
Consistency again is not a must
It’s just another thing to be cussed
Tracy sees the plot right away
From his duty he will not sway
He will stand and talk and talk
As the hands race around the clock
Tune in for tomorrows thrilling episode
Maybe the violin will explode.
Again I must admit And to you I will submit That I am no musician But it is my suspicion That in the second panel We see a blooming cello Do my little peepers deceive me Look if you don’t believe me But there are four strings That become three of all things Consistency again is not a must It’s just another thing to be cussed Tracy sees the plot right away From his duty he will not sway He will stand and talk and talk As the hands race around the clock Tune in for tomorrows thrilling episode Maybe the violin will explode.