Little boy blues come blow your horn
The sheep are depressed, the cows are forlorn
Come pick up your trumpet, come blow your jazz
The sheep will come running, the cows they will dance
Where is the boy who plays the blues?
He's here in the haystack, starting to snooze
(Starting? He's been snoozing since 1991!)
God loves you!
Sincerely,
David S. Annderson