My psychic told me not to eat out tonight, She said if I did I’d go blind; lose my sight, So, I made dinner at my house, Ate some tainted pheasant and grouse, I had my stomach pumped, and I’m still not alright.
There was a psychic named Margo Mabel, She would talk to spirits at the kitchen table, First she would dine, Then, she’d drink lots of wine, The wine caused her psychic mind to enable.