O RABID NIGHTINGALE (to be read slowly, with feeling, and a British accent) by Thomas Lipschultz 9/7/98 This is not a guillotine It's just a board and nail That is not some poison oak But just a kitty's tail Those omens in the corner there Were taken from your mail These dragons come invading you Are just some breeds of snail Indeed just delusions Quixote illusions Massive contusions That's from what you ail Pessimistic thought Fears that you were taught Hallucination-wrought Not even fit for jail But please put down that mace And put on a happy face And come rejoin the race O rabid nightingale