Thanks, Dave. It's much easier to address you by the kind of name I recognize. Of course, Hey-Bop-A-Ree-Bop ain't all that bad.
Like:
Hey-Bop-A-Ree-Bop
Hey-Bop-A-Ree-Bop
Yes, your baby knows.
She knows. She knows.
Mama's on the couch
Papa's on the cot
Baby's on the floor
Blowin' her natural top
Singin' Hey-Bop-A-Ree-Bop
Hey-Bop-A-Ree-Bop
etc., etc. etc.
It didn't make any sense, but it had a nice beat.
Anyway ...
I'm not sure how you write so much so quickly, but you set a fast pace. I'll be back as soon as I can. One thing we don't have to worry about is running out of grist for our mill. Maybe I should look into some kind of insurance to protect me from a lawsuit for boring any of the Poet's loyal readers to death.
Fred