John Goyette's Day
There once was a
man named John Goyette
Who lived his
life without a net
Happy, Go-Lucky,
a careless fellow
His eyes were
sincere, his socks, always yellow
But Johnny was
saddened one fine summers day
To see that the
summer was going away
In his garage he
sat for an hour
He used many
tools, some of them power!
And when he
emerged with the sweat on his brow
He had built a
machine would make you go "WOW"
It had sweet
chrome exhaust and a circular blade
It was three
tons of metal, this machine that John made
He smiled as he
sang and danced all about
And flicking the
ON switch, he said "CHECK THIS OUT"
The machine it
did whirr, the deep sound shook your gut
More so than his
technology stand at the NUT
On lookers
backed away with fear in their eyes
One man shouted
out "hey, it's blowing the skies"
And that's what
it did, like a sweater de-lint-er
It flew in the
air and drove away fall and winter!
The people did
whoop and holler and parade
Oh the wonder of
the thing that John Goyette made
It kept the
crops growing, the sun high in the sky
Ray Lansing
sailed as weeks and months flew by
But summer did
not end, it just kept on going
Ski mountains
couldn't even make money snow-blowing
While summer was
fun, and the warm air so happy,
John Goyette was
feeling mightily crappy
"What have
I done, this perpetual summer
What I thought
would be fun is quite a big bummer!"
November is cold
and should stay that way!
December should
not bring a T-shirt a day!
Sure it is nice,
people laugh and cavort!
But Santa should
not wear Bermuda shorts"
It is time for
me to bring winter to town
And with a flick
of a switch, John shut his summer down.
Winter growled
fiercely as it rolled through the streets
And people were
caught without shoes on their feets
Angry mobs
flooded John's poor garage
And subdued him
with a snowball barrage
They locked John
away and threw out the key
And he sat in
his cell as winter unleashed
But spring never
came, nor summer, nor fall
In fact, besides
winter, there was nothing at all
And John he sat
quiet until her heard the voice
That said,
"John Goyette, you leave me no choice!"
And John was
brought back through the mountains of snow
The garage where
he first made his machine go
"Turn it
on" said the man, and John flicked the switch
But the big ol'
machine just thumped a bit and hissed
"It's
broken, you see, it was never intended "
To see such a
winter. It cannot be mended.
But I can build
another, but different in style
Leave me alone,
and come back in a while
And John stepped
inside of his big ol' garage
And emerged
hours later with something quite large
He flicked on
the switch and with something of a poof
The snow melted
of John Goyette's Garage roof
From the ground
and the trees and the grass in the yards
And the sound of
the ice breaking into tiny shards
And then, from
the ground, came a beautiful sight
A flower emerged
into newfound spring light
Everyone cheered
and John was lifted high
"To the bar", he
shouted, "Quickly!", he cried
The man he took
one look at the flower
And said,
"I'm the only one with the power"
To hereby
declare, proclaim, make and say
The first day of
spring is John Goyette Day
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And just for a
note, let it be told
Ray Lansing is
still on his boat in the cold . . .