My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Punky is right I say it is right so it must be Right Night at the poetry house–crickets chipping in a not-quite-stein voice for all the rabbits and cymbals popping out the dampness. I low the low in the voice of refrain, “in the blank of blank” HEY! i have you hear so say something, say so&so it goes on going in the blankety blank, over hill and dale, hey Ben Estes, you-you, there-there is a single hole in the face of this.