Memories

Say, let me tell you about this spook cat hit the number in New York. Hope you don't get offended when I say "spook" because I’d rather be called a spook than the big hen. I can say this for folks, though, regardless: If the marches fail, I know for a fact that the dart blowers are next. Won't be funny to be sitting on a bus and *poof*. St. Louis, that's my home—born and bred there, I don’t know where I was buttered. Don't get me wrong, I'm all cool, but I got a brother named Gladys that's weird.