Dear Irene, what do you mean?
A-hammerin’ at our coast?
Must close my shop, coffee stop!
No bagels can I toast!
The scones, are gone-the pie case bare
The sight is most depressing.
You blow and spit without a care
Too whom you might be stressing.
Dear Irene, be a good girl
And whirl on out to sea
Take all the mosquitoes and no-see-ums with you
So we can eat pie in peace.