I wish ta go ya bunch of fools would stop using my name for your pervert prancing around. I go to the bar and order a beer and some guy says, "Hey Morry! How comes ya ain't got them little hankies on yer wrists, huh?" and then I gotta hit him while he's laughing and all. Then there's a big fight and we wreck the joint and the cops come and arrest everybody.

So I'm getting tired of it, see? So call your chickenhop something else, like the Watusi or a Square Dance, but if you don't stop calling it Morris Dance I'm gonna come over there and bang your heads until you DO stop. Understand?

Sincerely yours,

Morris Dancer
Teaneck, New Jersey