In a shirt of paisley orange, he
Sang a poignant song for Angie
But it didn't have a rhyming word for "silver"
He said "I'm sorely vexed,
And thoroughly perplexed,
But it's not a thing that I'm inclined to kill fer."

"I am," he sang, to no one there
And was miffed when snubbed by the kitchen chair
He climbed upon the table and did yell -
"Pay attention," he sang, "Durn it - sure
I know you're only furniture,
But you're all I have, sofa as I can tell"

(I can't help it...I can't help it...)