When my sister was eight

She’d earned a new nickname 

Marianne Martin, which was great 

With each song, she’d play a game.

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Many singers long ago 

Really slurred their words

Minus the lyrics, no one would know

And the songs would sound absurd.

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My sister sang what she thought she heard

My aunt and I would laugh and listen

As she made up nonsensical words 

And Martian and the Space Cadets were christened.

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My aunt and I were the loyal space cadets

Our number was only two

We made a trio instead of quartette

But that’s what we had to do. 

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When Marianne martian sang a song 

We’d do our best to accompany her 

Even if the words are lyrics were wrong

We’d sing them all wrong for sure.

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So if you ever passed a brown mustang 

In the late nineteen seventies for sure 

No, you you were not going insane

We were just starting our world tour…

-AAA 09/10/2024