By Jim Stafford rmofle at satx.rr.com 11/19/2005 There was a [E]lady in a window in the [B]room across the way [B] [A][E] [E]I couldn't help but see everything 'cause [B]I was peeping I confess Still [B]after dinner every night, she [A]had the strangest [E]guest She'd retire to her favorite chair and sit there with a dog Fill the crystal...