They lived in a big box
These darling fellows
Some small, some large
Some cute, some ugly
All friends on the road
With Maestro Vit Hjores

They slept in a van
I wanted to too
No No said Maestro
Fancy smancy house
For me for you
Not in a van
Not in a box
Fancy house
Said he to me

I found little corner
In the luxurious house
A spot for me
A room for he
The Maestro of
My friends the puppets
Who came to Florida
In a large box on wheels

From Club to Club
They sang they danced
My little friends on the road
A swim in the pool for me
Not they
Tennis with Maestro for me
Not they

For they only sing and dance
Happy children hearty laughs
Adults eating and eating
Puppets laughing and dancing
And me just singing the
Sugar Foot Blues
On the road with Maestro Vit
Little fellers in box and wheels

So happy so sad I think
Another whirl and world
Exists for me
Pre Rainbow world for
them and Thee

Rabbis, brilliant minds
Tennis fiend
Just right for me
Some cross and cranky
Others jolly but old

Six brilliant minds
cyberspace romance
All very sick
All very old
No luck have I
With those
Waiting
To be reborn

I thank Him above
Maestros below
For frolic and fun
With little fellers
In big box with wheels
In a van with me