Google and gabble,
obsequious prattle
and remove from the room, the loom.
Take it away, to a place that will pay
and abate the resuscitated gloom
Reel the wheel and make the deal
and make sure its all for naught
Pave the way that the children shall play
in the shade when the sun gets too hot
for when the heat is arise’d,
the sun is despise’d
and makers of fur garments rail
but the skirts they get shorter
and men’s thoughts get sordid
as hormones begin to wail
but the heat it don’t last
when you’re travelin fast
with millions of miles behind
there’s more up ahead,
but surely you’ll be dead
when you get to where you’re tryin to find
runnin away when you refuse to play
and work well with others
but with those that you hate
you can truly relate
cause all men its known are brothers
so go back home
you’ve roamed to Rome
and the heat has long since passed
for youth it is fleeting
and as your heart is beating
take advantage for it shall not last