I have no idea who Bruce Dalzell is, and there’s scant information about him available online, but I love the opening verse to his song On Becoming An Adult:
I was bouncing on a mini-tramp,
in the middle of my kitchen,
pondering the difference between cynicism and bitchin’.
I’s waiting for the dishes,
drying there in the rack.
Then I find the right cupboard,
and gently put them back.
How much joy can one boy take?
Does it make a sound when my heart breaks?
If nothing else, the song deserves an award for “best (perhaps only?) use of the word mini-tramp in a folk music song.”