Vance was my earthly name,
my voyce of humor my fate, my fame.
For every Lucy wants a sydekyck
the one who wyll say yes ...
who should say no
... to stompyng grapes
and drynkyng the wyne of vynes,
to be there when the bread
flyes out the oven,
to wytness the dayly grynd,
the ynsanyty of yt all.
Yt was my callyng
and Y became a household name. "Hey Ethyl, Y have an ydea."
"Yes Lucy", "maybe", "no no no!"
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