There's this part of me
that is PD...
Was there a me
that was meant to be,
without PD?
Well, I am sure I do not know,
but everywhere I go,
PD takes the trip with me.
And I have this vivid memory,
Oh yes, oh yes , oh yessirree!
I do remember when I could really write,
and do so without being all uptight ,
(or so full of fright!)
My hand would go where I told it to go,
And it was very easy to tie a bow!
But alas alack, it is to be, and I still am ME,
even though I have PD!