I'm a gargoyle, always been a gargoyle, and proud to be a gargoyle, will always stay a gargoyle.

Upon my birthing day, my looks chased the doctor away.
He never returned to ask for a fee, that's all my folks wanted from me.

Did mighty fine work for Dick and Sue, did all they ever asked me to do.
But in the days of Max, things got very lax, so now I recline and scratch cat-backs.

Let me raise my head and make a suggestion
WHY IN FOLKSONG GROUP? Did you raise such a QUESTION?

At least have the courtesy of a laughing-cat and put B.S. at the front by your scat.

Damn! Will there EVER be order in this house?