: Alzheimer's Rag :

an excerpt by Susan Wheeler

 

to the tune of “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt”

 

It's Betty Benderover-hey!

That's my moniker.

I say when someone says,

Look out there goes the prez,

No, it's Ms. Betty Benderover here.

 

I'd bet the dim windhover one

I'm Monica.

I say when someone says,

Look out Shimon Peres,

No, we're just Betty Benderover.

 

Ms. Bet Your Best Whomever huh?

That's my name, sure.

I say when Gummo says,

Out yonder is the prez,

None washes better-

 

Bettina Bendwhatever's hurt

In Mardi Gras.

What say we harmonize?

Look out you'll go crosseyed-

No isthmus-

 

Mis?bred, she bent a clove or two

That's Monica.

I say when someone says

Look out I say the prez,

No ?

 

You bet you know what's going on.

But you are wrong

Before this poem's through

You're sure to get your-

 

Ms. Betty bent your ear forever.

Bent my ear too.

She said when I declared

My feelings should-

 

I bet he bent her over fine.

That's what I bet.

I say when someone says

Look out-

 

Ms. Betty goes bump in the night -

That's bailiwicks.

I say Shimon Peres-

 

All Betty's bric?a?brac befell

A lousy fate.

I say-

 

A B C DEF GH

I JK L-

 

Mis'ry doth bend the straightest tree,

That's my name-

 

Ms. Betty Benderover, how

Came-

 

Ms. Bets are off or over now-

 

Ms. Betty bagged-

 

Mistake-

 

Miss-