THE SEVEN CHAIRS
7 chairs made from the most majestic of wood
All together under one roof
Until one day they were sold
Split up for good
The first chair was found by a guy that’s jerky
Stuck in the red clay banks
Of the mighty rio grande
Just outside of Albuquerque
The second chair now owned by a fish man
Sits at the helm of his trawler
On it he sits like a king
While fishing the waters of Japan
The third chair is claimed by a herder of llamas
It’s set at a table
Surrounded by Aqua blue waters
On permanent vacation in the Bahamas
The fourth chair is under a fellow that plays the tuba
Each night stuck fighting his massive weight
Hanging with the band
On the vibrant streets of Cuba
The fifth chair belongs to a nun whose passion is dance
She prays and then sambas
Waltzes and cha chas through the streets of Paris
The fifth chair ended up in France
The sixth chair was a gift for a man home from battle
A present from his wife and kids
Now placed at the head of the table
He eats and cheers on the Seahawks in Seattle
The seventh chair ended up cool
Splattered, painted, and sharpied
All part of a class
A class at Daly Elementary School
All around the world, the 7 chairs are scattered
Some are happy with their new places
Some are upset because they are still under a sitter
But now that have a big job that matters