Ballad of Casey Dobbins

Mr. Freebird himself, Casey Dobbins, was waiting to buy tickets to the mechanical toy theater production of “Wind Up the Wind Because Wednesday’s Gone, Too”. When four o’clock became four o’clock he picked up his rotary and began dialing ten numbers very quickly.
Busy.
Again.
Busy.
Again.
Busy.
Again.
“Hello?”
Oh no. This isn’t Ticketline. “Hello, is this Ticketline?”
“No, this is Judy.”
“Oh . . . Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Who are-”
Again.
Busy.
Again.
Busy.
Again.
“We’re sorry. Captain May’s Travelling Mechanical Toy Theater Proudly Presents ‘Skynrd: Wind Up the Wind Because Wednesday’s Gone, Too’ is sold out. We apologize for any-”
Again.
Busy.
Again.
Same message.
Oh dear. Oh dear. What now? Oh dear.
Casey ate a whole bag of Twizzlers as he circled the block of his house twenty times. He thought about how they would present The Ballad of Curtis Blow. And he began to weep. Weep hard. Not this hard since having to miss Star Wars because he had been waiting in a line earlier for his dental appointment.
But this was different. This was a tiny train with different scenes on each car. Each scene a story or song.
“Hey Joey, you got any candy?”
“No, sorry, Casey.”
Oh dear.
“I clap for you and your children, too, in this we’re all the same.
What a wonderful world in this old girl
how free the birds have gone.
So, Go on, Go on, Be a free free me
Tuesday’s gone but Wednesday’s here
And I haven’t got the time to steer you (wrong)
Go on, Go on, Be a free free me
Thursday’s Friday and Saturday’s Monday
How free a bird am I
How free a bird am I”