Another death to ruminate Another’s death to mourn; Another death to contemplate Another from us torn. Another songsmith quit the earth Another songsmith left; Another songsmith full of mirth, Another wife bereft. Inspired by his wife so shy, Inspired by his bride; Inspired by her, he’s the guy Inspired, he’d decide To chronicle her bashfulness To chronicle the coy; To chronicle self-consciousness To chronicle and toy. The new bikini that she bought, The new bikini dared, The new bikini, too much skin The new bikini bared. Too reserved to share her skin, Too reserved to show; Too reserved, she just stayed in, Too reserved to go. He amused, her antics there, He amused would cite; He amused, for all to share He amused would write An itsy-bitsy-teenie song, An itsy-bitsy poem; An itsy-bitsy not-too-long, An itsy-bitsy tome, About the polka-dotted cloth About the cotton wrought; About the yellow dot bikini, That his wife had bought.