My friend David, dead two years
Come Thanksgiving, has joined me
As I walk down Murray Street
Towards Plandome Road.
I've been meaning to tell him
That he's dead and that his obit
Says he's survived by his dog.
But what use to tell him this?
Better to listen to one more of his
Glorious, superbly told lies
Or sing about Betty Coed for him
(The version where Betty is
A vampire: Betty Coed
Has eyes of red
For Harvard; Betty Coed
Has lips of blue
For Yale.)
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