They gave you all these crazy pills
So when you look on window sills
You will see a daffodil
And want nothing but to sit still
While the warden gets a thrill
From all the monkeys' howls and shrills
Knowing that in time the will
Will succumb to pleasant ills
After all it pays the bills
And you can't line em' up to ****
Might as well get your fill
Entertainment with the frills
Meanwhile a man with brain of quills
Is breathing like a fish with gills
And looking up, out to the hills
Where he sees young Jack and Jill
Dancing 'neath an old windmill
Or maybe it was all just nil
Guess we'll never know until --