"I think I'll take my autoharp; go sit beneath a tree
'Cause all those fancy pickers are lookin' strange at me.
They're pickin' loads of quarter notes, playin' in triple time,
And I guess I've got a two-four heart,
'Cause C major, F major, C, G⁷, is all I had in mind.

Well, I love to hear those pickers pick, and watch their fingers fly.
They play songs right into the ground, and half-way to the sky.
But the only music I call 'mine' is the music made by me;
And it goes, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum..
Cmaj, Fmaj, C, G^{7...and take it back to C.}

I sit here with my autoharp, and happily recall
The fun I've had all by myself, doin' nothin' much at all.
Standing on the corner, walking down the street,
And as I walked, the music went: (whistle)
....,....,.....,......,.........

It's a summer's day, the sun is out, the leaves are hangin' still.
Hop on my bicycle and I'm coastin' down the hill.
Somewhere men and women work in the music industry,
But all I need to make me sing is: (whistle)...,...,...,...

When I'm too old and feeble, the autoharp to play,
Don't throw me in an old folk's home, and take the key away;
Just stick me in the corner, and give me the key of C,
And I will sit there all day long...going "hee-hee, hee-hee,hee-hee-hee.....hee-hee, hee-hee-hee."

© Garrison Keillor...(about 1973) I got it from him at Winfield (had no idea who he was) and he sent me a copy...have used it in a number of situations that this thread remind me of..