ThyCa Song: "Ballad Of Hypo Linn"

The Ballad of Hypo Linn

On the ThyCa listserv one day, we were talking about some of the strange symptoms you can get when you go "hypo". Some people find that their vision is affected and have a hard time with spacial relations.

A woman named Linn confessed that she had ordered a sofa while she was hypo but when it arrived, it was too big to fit through the door! She was contemplating having her picture window removed so they could bring the sofa in that way. We teased her about her predicament and she lauhged right back. "Oh please don't tease me about my too-big sofa!" she wrote. "If I can't get help to get window out I will have to put it on the porch and then I will be a certified HICK! Got my porch, got my shotgun, got my couch, got my dog, got my six-pack, got my banjo, got my whittlin' knife, got a stick to whittle. My whole life will change! I will become a Clampett! Hope this makes someboby out there laugh!"

Well, we did laugh with her. And I wrote a song about her...

Now listen to a story 'bout a girl named Linn
Poor hypo dear, had her hand upon her chin.
Her couch was too big, couldn't fit it through the door
So she left it on the porch and hauled out some more.
(Things, that is. Shotgun, banjo, whittlin' knife.)

Next thing you know, Hypo Linn's a porch fool
Her kin folk said, "Hey this couch is kinda cool!"
She said, "My dog and me is as happy as can be!"
As she had another six pack with her banjo on her knee.