There was a young gal named Anne
Who fell in love with Albert, a young man
They met at a club, dancin'
Which led to romancin'
Could things get any better? They can!
Albert thought Anne was so fine
Her, he'd take out, wine and dine
At the start of each day
He'd call her and say
'Anne, I'm so happy you're mine!'
But then things became not so fine
A tumor was found in Anne, not benign
Albert said 'Anne, this is terrible news
I will not believe it, I refuse!
Are you telling me you're Dianne Feinstein?'
No Albert, she wasn't Dianne Feinstein
Unrelated to Harvey Wein-steen, not Wein-stine
And for what it's worth
Today's the day of your birth
Happy birthday Albert Einstein!