Boy Off To Creighton

BOY OFF TO CREIGHTON

By Lucille Casey Matreci

(think-sing excerpt from 1964 version of Boy off to Camp.

Words by Lucille (Allen Shepppard) Matreci

Dearest Bobby, Baby Brudder

This is from you little Mudder

I have cleaned out all electrodes

I thought surely then that I would explode!

The transistors and resistors

Didn’t raise a single blister

But the wires were a mire

And I thought then that surely I would expire.

But I straightened all the kinks out

And in bundles they do peek out

Of shoe boxes by the dozen

Small and large wires set me buzzing

I know kumquots for the cumquats

And the speakers from the touchnots

In the tin cans they do reside

Plastic covers, you peek inside.

I have sorted all your treasures

It did give me greatest pleasure

Dear Bobbieee – now Bobby Baby

can’t you see

All this sorting that I did did

Left me most tecked in the heart!-head

            Finished – Amy just walked in.  I tested my sing song out on her and she thought I ought to send it off to college to be refined.