Who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who can relate,
Articulately.
It's not me,
I am but a mumble, bumble.
Who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who can speak,
So accurately.
It's not me,
I am just a twitter-tweeter,
That sometimes' finds, a little mutter,
Over the morning butter.
Oh, who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who finds those words',
That flow like the spread of butter.
It's not me,
I have a little stutter,
I try my best not to utter.
Over that tasty butter.
