Rambling On

A wonderful thing is a Dutchman,

A Dutchman’s a wonderful thing

Our heads are filled with intellect

We tell stories ‘bout everything

We’re talky, talky, talky, talky,

Bright, bright, bright, bright, bright

The most wonderful thing about Dutchmen is

Listen and we’re sure to delight

 

A Dutchman the good lord made me

A Dutchman that’s what I am

A Story telling son of my father

A thoughtful and talkative man

I cut my teeth on real stories

And debating ideas over a meal

Logic and color and excitement’s

The crux of this storytelling deal

 

When asked once how I remembered

Tales from the long ago past

I pointed at scars on my left hand and arm

            And said that the memories would last

From long before, to long from now

            Yet richer with every account

For each time a story is told

            It grows by the least amount

 

Now I rambled and roamed as a young man

            But some day I will ramble no more

Yet my stories will ramble on without me

            Over some windswept distant shore

Retaining my youth and my spirit

As I fade to the end of my ways

Extending my life immeasurably

Beyond the end of my days

 

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