Little boy blues

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