The streets of Fandom, Monday morning

[superartie]

The weather was cool and the sky was cloudy, and Artie was canoing.

Mortimer the bug as also in attendence, flying in lazy circles at the end of its red thread leash, which Artie had thoughtfully tied to the bow of the boat.

Artie was serenading his friend, the bug, with a song. Though, being Artie, it was more of a spoken word rendition of the song.

Summerbaby, come on baby, show me the town,
I didn't know that you'd be such a short visit
Once a year I noticed that you're not around
Mama says you went when you were exquisite

If you seen all I done,
When I'm alone I do things nobody knows

We were all wondering where you came from
Last night we were hypothesizing that you were an angel
Sometimes it feels like you're looking down
From up above where angels are found

If you seen all I done,
When I'm alone I do things that nobody knows
Every drop of sex, and every little mess I make
I was around, I was around
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody

Do you see a lot of angels up there like you?
Wolfgang and Vincent Van Gogh,
Have you seen Josephine?
Someone from town like Marshall Brown or someone you know?

If you seen all I done,
When I'm alone I do things nobody knows
Every drop of sex and every little mess I make
I was around, I was around, I was around
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
I was around, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows

Though the music is upbeat, the singing is somewhat melancholy, as though Artie were nostalgic for better days of summers and falls with a puny viking, beating up the ocean, delivering papers, searching for ice cream men, staying up late, fighting bowling balls.

Either that, or Artie just realllllly can't sing.