This is a true story.
A manic girl I met today
To minyan she came to pray
Her ceaseless talking
Kept the rest of us walking
Rachmonas flew away.
She’d been out walking half the night
The places she’d been gave us fright
Said that she had just been
An inpatient on the mental scene
Its very sad – she’s very bright.
We tried to befriend her – it wasn’t easy
Her rambling tales made us queasy
She could daven and could sing
Her voice had an angelic ring
Yet her presence made us all uneasy.