The Conundrum of Herbert and Betty McNerd
What are we going to do with her, Herb?
Asked Herbert’s wife, Betty Petunia McNerd.
Herbert asked of his wife, “Of whom do you speak?”
“Why our daughter, of course, she’s a terrible geek.”
Why do you say that? Because of her arms?
Or the fact that she’s utterly lacking in charms?
Because she is awkward and a horrible dancer?
Or because you have to shout in her ear for an answer?
Oh Herbert! I fear she is chalk-full of flaws!
And those hands at the end of her arms look like claws
But her heart, my dear Herbert, is as pure as the snow
Though her arms do hang down to her knees and below
So what will we do with her Herb? I implore you!
Well I’m afraid, my Dear Betty, the answer will floor you
With arms such as hers, there’s no doubt in my mind
She’ll take on the profession of hugging mankind
Okay, my dear Herbert, if you think that’s the best.
How many do you think she could hug — when compressed?
A hundred, a thousand . . . or maybe a million!
My Dear Herb you think small. Let’s make it a billion.
Until next time . . . I love you