(With apologies to Robert Service)

Strange things are done in the desert sun by the men who dwell in vans;
These wayward males could tell you tales that would make you clap your hands.
My peeping lights have seen some sights, but the darn’dest they ever did see
Was Randy Vining dancing, ‘cause he's got a brand new knee!

I arrived one day near the end of May and Randy was there to meet me.
He danced a jig around my rig; what a glorious way to greet me!
I slapped my thighs and wiped my eyes; t'was a grand sight to behold.
That limping man is whole again -- Randy, may you never grow old!