Anybody want to samba?
By Anna Mitchael
Or something like that
Ho-ho-Whose bright idea was this?
Flying by the seats of our pilgrim pants
“Happy!” “Sad!” “Discombobulated!”
It ain’t natural
Farm-to-market to goodbye
Where did all the time in the world go?
On being the mother of brothers
W-A-C-O and Waco was its name-o
Something old. Something new. Something neon blue.
And the silence may never end
Maybe I’ve got that fever going around
Can you hear me now?
On the night before Christmas
It’s Texas. Of course we’re armed … with fabulousness
