She said, "Catch me if you can.    You better plan, Gentlemen."    So The Story Goes:    Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary    Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed    Johnny planted the magic seeds.    Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees    Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread..."    He sold the wood to a violin maker.    The Legend breathes...    Shaped from the wood sprung a violin    It satisfied the maker    Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string    His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing    "My heart can rest, I've made the best.    No match to play, no greater love I'll know"    Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned    And died a happy old man    The Legend grows...    What works for me, may not work for you    That which often gets passed down    Often gets misconstrued    Expectation...Imagination, surely can chase the goose around    Don't look for that which others have...    You can't find what won't be found.    Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion    (the fool...)    Escaped from the King...    This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings    He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side    "To play the one of Legend Lore,    I'll lead a true love to my door!"    The Legend thrives...    For Your Violin...For Your Violin    Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down    that which could not be found    He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings    Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned    Conducted with a bow, his orchestra:    This Symphony of Myth that did him in...    For Your Violin...For Your Violin...    [CHORUS]    ...Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan...Hey, Violin Maker...    Figments of Imagination (?)    ...Tell Pied Piper to lead away    These myths in time that helped him pine    For Your Violin...For Your Violin