All's Well That Orson Welles

                                                            ALL’S WELL THAT ORSON WELLES







Out of the mid-west he came, like a moth to the flame,

And like rains on the plain, his Citizen Kane, 

Flushed the old down the drain, starting a new strain,

Etching his name in Hollywood’s fame.

And they adored him; they’d reward him,

But often times bored him

When setting their sails on rickety rails,

Or casting spells, or spinning tales

Of all’s well that Orson Welles.



And if my daddy knew, he never told

Cause he couldn’t be bought and he wouldn’t be sold.

He was out of the old mold, like molten gold,

Running hot and cooling cold, with a luster to behold.

And I love him; I hug him

I think highly of him

When setting my sails on rickety rails,

Or casting spells, or spinning tales

Of all’s well that Orson Welles



But the sands of time can cloud your mind,

Don’t look behind; don’t try to find

And don’t unwind, but improve your grind, 

Age like wine and don’t blame time

But face it; embrace it

You know you can’t race it

When setting your sails on rickety rails,

Or casting spells, or spinning tales

Of all’s well that Orson Welles



So don’t get angry, don’t get blue,

There’s not a lot that you can do.

Maybe take some old; take some new, a screw or two,

A bit o’ luck, a little glue and hope that it will get you through,

Cause life is tough; man, it gets rough,

But you never seem to have enough

When setting your sails on rickety rails,

Or casting spells, or spinning tales

Of all’s well that Orson Welles