Three rocks over here and
three rocks over there,
in
my world the
rocks come in threes;
it’s
flat and it’s clean and
there’s nothing that leans,
‘cuz
there’s only straight lines for
a breeze.
I’ll
never grow up and
I’ll never have babies,
I
have legs but
I’ve never had knees.
It's day or it's night, it’s
all black and white;
in
my world, there
aren’t any maybes.
I
live with Aunt Fritzi, my past is a mystery;
my aunt, she is
one hot tomato.
Big-eyed
and dark, with
an hour-glass figure.
I’m
dark-eyed and lumpy, like
a big peeled potato.
My world is simple, just paper and pencil,
I
wear a big bow in my hair;
it’s
a three-panel life, three
rocks on the right,
and
three more rocks over
there.
I
never grow up and
I never get older,
my shirt buttons up to
my chin.
My neck’s always hidden, I’m
all head and shoulders;
born
in the thirties, and
I’m not even ten.
I’m
just a girl in
a Bushmiller world,
I
wear a short skirt and
long sleeves;
my
name is Nancy, my boyfriend is Sluggo,
in
our world
the
rocks come in threes.