Pssst.....Midnight...we're breaking out...pass it on...

We have a friend in need

a friend indeed

she's stuck you see

this friend in need

She's stuck in the well

The well of all wells

The well of conundrums.

See she's a creative soul

this friend indeed

is one who can write from the heart

and fill our souls with joy

and mirth

of daily exploits

from her life, her work

but see now she's down

she's plopped in a rut

because her spirit is stunting

oh my, she's taken to grunting

and hiding in bathrooms, with green towels for backdrops

and sock monkeys for companions

whatever shall we do

whatever shall we do....

Psst, pass it on, we'll go over the wall at midnight!

We'll break her out, we will

by hook or by crook....We'll bring back that spirit

or die trying...

We'll, maybe we can offer up Pooh as a sacrifice....

While the rest of us run...

But Annie will be free, oh yes, she'll be free

To write once again...

And I won't have to do this anymore...

Won't you all be happy....

I know I will...

The End....

For Annie... my friend.