You're as frustrating as a wombat, dear June,
June who always knows her way,
Won't let anyone else have a say.
You're funny when you rhyme things, lady writer,
You who sits writes what you believe true,
Don't let others tell you what to do.
You're hard to write, dear June,
Stripper darling hating spring
Because of all the baggage it'll bring.
I'm glad I confound you, lady writer,
Since I'm not what you normally see,
I'm not of your world nor would I be.