“Of I You Speak of Lunacy?” Rattler

Of I you speak of lunacy?

No! I is not a lunatic! You see,

It is Me that they call crazy,

No, not I but Me!

Myself, Me asks, where is he?

Myself has gone, climbed up a tree,

Searching for loons, not lunacy!

I asks what loon, if not lunacy?

The duck of course, for he flies free!

But why, I asks, do not fly we?

I, that’s not right, say it correctly!

Myself injects, to put it kindly.

I does not care, but sips his tea.

But Me wants tea, I! Let Me see!

Myself wants some, that makes us three!

Myself, I, and Me!

Where did you come from, you drinking tea?

But Me, Myself, and I are only three!

Who is this You you see?

Myself to eat pancakes, hides them from the three.

But where to hide them in his tree?

Woe is he for Myself, I, and Me!