Blue

{We'd like to sing a children's song for you now, that's unique It's the only children's song that we've ever encountered That contains all three of the basic elements Of every single children's song The first element is simplicity So that the child can understand the song The second element is pathos To prepare the child for later traumatic experiences And the third element is repetition To give the child a false sense of security} I had a dog and his name was Blue I had a dog and his name was Blue I had a dog and his name was Blue I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too Singin' here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn A' Blue come a' runnin' through the yella' corn A' Blue come a' runnin' when I blow my horn Singin' here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you {What if this song were to be changed? Modified by an unscrupulous modifier of folks songs Whose business it is to make this type of song palatable For the teenage, deliquent, mother-my-dog instinct And then it would be a rock and roll song Oh, nasty, unscrupulous modifiler Now it would sound something, like this} Hup, two, three, four, five, six, hey! Well I got a dog and his name is Blue I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too [Incomprehensible] Well Blue, why did you leave me sweetheart? Blue, you promised to write And I, I sit I sit, I sit alone at night now Sifting sand through my fingers Looking for some trace of you Come back Blue, I, I, I I want you I, I, I need you And I'm going to have you Here, Blue