Why did I always have a fold
        In my Mad magazine?
Because Al's irreverent art work
        just had to be seen.

Go to school, don't play the fool.
    Before you know it, you may be a poet.

When you were bold Sir Lancelot
and I was a lady fair
we cast our fortune to the wind
and love was free as air

When you were old Sir Lancelot
and I was a lady fair
I never thought there would come a time
when you would not be there

When you were gone Sir Lancelot
I missed you being near
you left a sad and grieving maid
your lonely Guinevere

Hear the dripping branches sing
when the icy breath of winter
melts to kiss the waiting lips of spring

Early morning rain
washes any weekend traces
from coffee scented Monday faces

The problems of the World as "I" see.
    Not enough of "You" think like "Me."