Folks say I'm getting senile That I should be put away Others think I'm plumb crazy Well I don't see it that way I'll admit I'm a little bit different Don't subscribe to the so-called norm I have my own way of doing things I'm just not one to conform I follow all the laws on record Never drive above the posted speed Vote in every election And the niceties and courtesies I heed But I have to draw the line somewhere Guess I just yearn to be me So I wear white shoes after Labor Day And put up a Halloween tree Sure, I sing Christmas songs in summer Make chili on a really hot day Eat ice cream in the dead of winter Run in the yard on a rainy day I like to eat cold pizza for breakfast And cereal in the middle of the night Go some days without getting dressed Don't care if I look a sight When doing errands, I dress like a lady Don't go for those faddish clothes My shoes and purses always match And there's never a run in my hose Guess that makes me the odd one, though In a world of running shoes and jeans Where it's hard to tell the women from the men They're the ones that don't know beans Yep, I'll always do things my own way And that's a plumb natural fact Shucks, that doesn't mean I'm crazy But I may be a little bit cracked Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© September 2, 2008 All Rights Reserved