Burchfield Nines

Dan expands like Gildersleeve

"You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve"

The Dali drools, the Hartley shines

But all I see is those Burchfield Nines

The artist weeps, the agent smiles

I'd like to learn to box like Miles

We're all such funny valentines

But all I see is those Burchfield Nines

The women purr like Cheshire cats

And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T

And on the box Bird tingles spines

But all I see is those Burchfield Nines