There was a trouble-maker called volksie
Who used to wind up all the folksie
She caused a’cotton picking hell of a stir’
Sent keyboards flying off in a ‘whirr’
People would scream, run-around and shout
And ‘no one’ knew what ‘it was’ all about
It sent shivers down the average guy’s spine
Made plenty of old men groan and whine
Still no harm has been done this time
Hence I wrote her this silly rhyme
I might still keep hiding and taking care
As long as she is lurking around here!
D. x