I'm close to where
I ought to be,
And far from
Where I'm from.
You don't have
To take my word,
Just ask anyone.

I've sought the plea,
Been up the tree,
Considered the Dane's To be...,
I've fought the weary,
Been wrought with envy,
I've sipped on lemon iced-tea.
I've finished much along the way
To where I oughtn't be.

In conclusion, I've no delusion,
I'll sing Let It Be.
I'm not outdone,
By anyone,
But what will be,
Will be.