April 27th

MITCH ALOHA AND HIS BOY PERFORMERS!

I.
Gathered from the four winds
Brought down muddy mountain passes
Bought from Appalachian homes
With moonshine and molasses

“Borrowed” from the orphange
And out of foster care
To entertain the yokels
At the local county fairs

Night and day he trained them
And taught them their new names
Fed them on a diet of oatmeal
And promise of wealth and fame

He was like a father to them
An all-male Von Trapp family
In the traveling trailer homestead
They rolled on, wild and free

II.
Tommy, finally blew the whistle
(He the oldest of the squeeze-box duo)
When his cut from the third record
Was less then half the usual

Mitch is doing time still
In a lonely prison cell
Jack, the younger accordionist
Is doing fairly well

He became a minister
Shepherding other lost souls
Though his fling with fame and stage-lights
Is a story seldom told

Nico, the youngest, went a bit mad
But turned out at last a star
As the cross-dressing song-stress Cinnamon
Still playing that tiny guitar

III.
But Freddy, poor, poor Freddy
So immersed was he in the vaudeville
Persona of Little Big Man on Campus
He wanders from university to university
Showing up for class, ripping off a few one-liners
And disappearing again for ages
Into the darkened corners of the world