Alena
Deewater

Ann
Helsel

Charles
Furey

Donald
Shephard

Doug
Fortier

Gloria
Jorgensen

Henri
Bensussen

Holly
Tannen

Jan
Edwards

Jewels
Marcus

Maureen
Eppstein

Motherbear
Scott

Nancy
McLelland

Nona
Smith

Norma
Watkins

Sharon
Gilligan

Susan
Fisher

Ty
Moore

D o n a l d  S h e p h a r d  &  C l a i r e  F o r t i e r

The Key
and the
Chinchilla

The Key and the Chinchilla lived aboard
A rickety fog-bound boat
They shared their quarters with dozens of daughters
Each dressed in a calico coat
Chinchilla peered out to the fog around
By the light of her Cuban cigar
O handsome Key, key to my heart
Where do you think we are?
We are?
We are?
Where do you think we are?

Chinchilla, said Key, don't pretend you're daft
Go see before you get drenched
Look again, Love, to fore and to aft
For the harbor from whence we were wrenched
She peered over prow and stern where they'd been
And hope rose again—hope that is keen
Daughters cheered at a dove from afar
That's where I think we are
We are
We are
That's where I think we are

Chinchilla tied thread round Key's iron head
And tossed him over the side
Key jammed in deep rocks not far from the docks
Anchored 'gainst incoming tide
The rusting old hulk veered port to the pier
Their daughters all scattered abroad
Spreading forth in a chain from Missouri to Maine
Once tied to the pier Chinchilla cried Dear 
Now I know where we are
We are
We are
To the Key that anchored her star
To the Key that anchored her star

Stan Lee