Ill se if i can remember the song we used to sing at camp oh so many years ago--

Ach, du lieber august,
september, october,
no vonder ve are sober
we ain't got no beer

my little brother Heinrich
he leaned the vindow out
he fell the vindow out...

then my memory fails me after this
but it was a bunch of little ditties all
stitched together like a crazy quilt
with not much continuity to hold it together
just jumping from one crazy thing to another

sort of like this message...