Ballad of Heddy Times   Won’t you sit right down gonna share a little rhyme bout a bitchin little lassie name a Heddy Times,   who came a ridin the rails under smokegrey sails through the waves of the prairie sea, up the tracks of the past now it’s in, here at last, “here and now is where I’m s’posed to be,”   she said (mouth like grin, hair like red); “these times are heady so let’s get ready to jump and snort and crawl and wheeze and chug right past the bodhi trees;   the gone is past, it’s passed its prime, its prime is now, the only time, so all aboard, we’re headin out,” she sang, steamin at a steady speed.     Michael Fleming Aranyaprathet, Thailand October 1980