An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Next Tues

 She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

see you next Tuesday or Thursday 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The surfer stomp:

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

Alll the rage.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Ch ch

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.