The end has comeFound us hereWith our toys scattered all around us hereA puzzle that we never foundAn answer forAnd still ask us, darlingJust what all the games were forAnd here we standIn a box of sandWhere to play, Brown SusieYou're the one who's supposed to knowHer way aroundWhere to play, Brown SusieIf I don't stay aroundIf I don't stay aroundA chair of soundIt stopped us hereIt twirled a time or twoAnd then it dropped us hereStill you're not contentWith something about meBut what merry-go-roundCan you ride without meTo take your handOh, oh, oh, you're the oneWould you stand with Playground SusieIf I decide to let you go and play aroundWith Playground SusieIf I don't stay aroundIf I don't stay aroundWhere's the Playground SusieYou're the one who's supposed to know her way aroundWith Playground SusieIf I decide to let you go and play aroundOohOohOh, I knew you'd love this.If you're from America,you've got to know this.You've got to love this.If I can get that little microphone back in there.This is the only instrument,this and a Delsimer,I don't even know what one of those are,that our forefathers came up with.It amazed all four of them.Now, I guess back in...You got that one tonight.I guess they stretched the hog hide over a stump,you know, and went...They said, what do we call that?They said, let's call it a banjo.And the other one said, why?He said, because it sounds like one.Oh, yeah.It sounds good.Eat your heart out, John Hartford,wherever you are.LAUGHTER