Yeah, yeah, I realize that the OS is a folk ballad that typically tells its tale in at least a dozen more verses than are here. For this quickie, tho', I'm borrowing tune only, not structure. The rhymes I originally concocted (in a very slightly different form) some years ago within the context of an extended cyberepistolary discourse -- what the Hemingway-ites out there would snoresomely settle for terming an email exchange -- conducted for fun entirely in such doggerel. It occurred to me then, and again during this morning's commute, that these particular lines could be sung reasonably non-distortively to Sweet Betsy's tune, so for what they're worth, I offer'em here. (As-is; since the pair says all I meant to say on the topic, adding stanzas merely to mimic the OS structure or to indulge an oft-exhibited passion for "catalog songs" seemed pointless.)

© Stan Hall Geez -- the prefatory comments outstretch the %*&*$* _song_! :-)