Where other people have a brain, her head is filled with bubbles
they slosh about and talk and shout and cause her endless troubles
they flip and flop and twist and turn like a pancake being tossed
and every time a bubble bursts a memory is lost
She makes me crazy every day
she drives me up the wall
when she’s not messing up the car
she’s spending money at the mall
She’s more than merely dipsy
dispy’s way above her
but for all her faults she’s perfect
and with all my heart I love her
