| She said, «Catch me if you can | 
| You better plan, Gentlemen.» | 
| So The Story Goes: | 
| Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary | 
| Set 'em afloat on a Merchant’s Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed | 
| Johnny planted the magic seeds | 
| Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees | 
| Paul Bunyan said, «This will fetch me bread…» | 
| He sold the wood to a violin maker | 
| The Legend breathes… | 
| Shaped from the wood sprung a violin | 
| It satisfied the maker | 
| Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string | 
| His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing | 
| «My heart can rest, I’ve made the best | 
| No match to play, no greater love I’ll know» | 
| Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned | 
| And died a happy old man | 
| The Legend grows… | 
| What works for me, may not work for you | 
| That which often gets passed down | 
| Often gets misconstrued | 
| Expectation… Imagination, surely can chase the goose around | 
| Don’t look for that which others have… | 
| You can’t find what won’t be found | 
| Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion | 
| (the fool…) | 
| Escaped from the King… | 
| This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings | 
| He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side | 
| «To play the one of Legend Lore | 
| I’ll lead a true love to my door!» | 
| The Legend thrives… | 
| For Your Violin… For Your Violin | 
| Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down | 
| That which could not be found | 
| He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings | 
| Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned | 
| Conducted with a bow, his orchestra: | 
| This Symphony of Myth that did him in… | 
| For Your Violin… For Your Violin… | 
| …Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan… Hey, Violin Maker… | 
| Figments of Imagination (?) | 
| …Tell Pied Piper to lead away | 
| These myths in time that helped him pine | 
| For Your Violin… For Your Violin |