Relatives of mine
Are mad too
We trickle down
Through the ages
Dotting the horizon of
History with bright
Shining madness
Just a little bit
mind you
Nothing that would
Make you think we are
Ready for the funny farm
But is it any wonder, now
That my mother's favorite
Nickname for me was
looney bird
oh you're such a looney bird
oh and don't forget
monkey shine
my little monkey shine
I still don't know what
That means but it makes me think
Of hanging upside down from the
Cold metal monkey bars
Making sure my shirt is tucked
But secretly thrilling when
It slips down over my torso
Exposing my little girl skin
To the breath of God.