There once was a man
in a baloney suit,
Who danced on the
street corner all day.
He’d dance a jig
when the mood struck him
And then repeat it
without much delay.
Oh what a sight, with all his might
He’d spring and he’d spritz all around.
And he’d make fantastical robot sounds
Whenever his feet touched the ground.

The children all loved to dance with him
As he’d twirl and he’d beep and he’d toot.
And they’d snack the day away merrily,
On the pieces that fell from his suit.
Oh what a lark, staying out ‘til dark
Watching the baloney man dance.
As our parents, from windows watched carefully
To make sure that he stayed in his pants.

The neighborhood dogs loved baloney man,
Even more so than the kids.
They’d yip and they’d yap and their paws went rap-rap
On the street while they did what they did.
Oh how they schemed, in gray-toned dreams,
That suit would be theirs to eat.
But that spry dancing man was too fast for them,
And they just nipped at the soles of his feet.

I asked my father one afternoon
Where the man got his suit made of meat.
My father told me “Baloney’s not meat,
What it is I’d rather not say.
Don’t eat it, don’t smell it, don’t even try to spell it,
Don’t use it to patch up your tire.
While you’re at it, stay away from that baloney man.
Of him, I’m beginning to tire.”

From that day on I was cast aside,
No more joyous dancing for me.
I’d watch and weep from my windowsill,
While the other kids squealed with glee.
Oh what a way to spend your days,
But now I’m older and I don’t even care.
All those kids grew up and got ass cancer,
And that baloney man was ate by a bear.