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Lost within a complicated world
of minds off in little isolated
worlds
of their own for delight of senses.
How can I unlock their doors
with unfamiliar dialect
and sight?
Where do I begin to show I care
when they shun me at every
corner?
I'm crying in my own world
they seem so fragile
all I want to do
is help.
Is there a door they'll let me open,
is there a door for me to try?
I'm here as a Stute newbie
yet all I do is cry.
Hey Nurse, my doors always open
and I'm a pretty interesting fellow.
I'm up on the North wing painted yellow
we could sit and play some cards you think,
cause our old Nurse Crachet she's off having a drink?
Hey Nursey be careful
For ONE FLEW OVER
He's got in his room a real nest
No telling what awful
Things you uncover
He's sometimes really depressed!
You seem rather lost
And cry quite a bit
Already in a world of your own?
Better quit at all cost
If you want to fit
in, otherwise in these tears you'll drown!
**Handing the Nurse his hanky**
Sorry sister, don't 'ave a clean one,
but this one was washed last year
My which way do I turn,
in the kitchen will I burn?
or at times can I take a dare?
Right now a guide would do fine
I promise to share a glass of wine.
I didn't mean to cry no hanky needed
In my situation I have simply pleaded
to walk easiest amongst the best of you
I need to have a complete and honest view.
Say hey Nurse K please dry those eyes
There ain't no need for all your cries
This here warning I will give you
If in the 'Stute you will be too
We'll let you in through any door
But walk through some, you're seen no more
I'm Andrew Scott, the Crayon King
The one who rules the 'Stute's East Wing
Playing with crayons is my crime
Gas and wax mix are my hot time
Lady in Red is my main flame
My heart of hearts tis her I claim
One Flew Over is a good sort
As is Doc Moose I will report
Some brothers Justin are just fine
While some we have yet to define
Beware the potato E. Fudd
Cause he's one crazy deranged spud
As a whole the toons are left field
It's best if you leave their doors sealed
And as for our dear Nurse Cratchet
Drinking's become her new habit
Others you'll meet, given the time
One by one as you read their rhyme
So to you "Welcome to the 'Stute"
I'm glad to see another coot.
PS. You wouldn't happen to have
a fresh pack of
crayons on ya? I'm starting to run out of Red and my
life size portrait of Lady is only half done. I also
see you stopped by the kitchen… mystery head
goo-stew… not bad if you don't
mind not knowin'
who your sitting down to dinner with.
Makes it
hard for conversation. Feel free
to drop by
anytime… and ah… don't forget the crayons
next time. Thanks.
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