Burchfield Nines

Dan expands like Gildersleeve: "You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve." The Dali drools, the Hartley shines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines. The artist weeps, the agent smiles; I'd like to learn to box like Miles. We're all such funny valentines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines. The women purr like Cheshire cats And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T. And on the box Bird tingles spines, But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.