I just don't understand,
You gaze upon this fertile land and shrug,
As if to swat my hand!

I know you're feeling down,
What if we made you wear this crown to bed,
And watched you flounder like a clown!

The morning seems to call,
For ways to break your sawtooth walls,
But you'd rather build them up again,
So watch your step, you just might fall!

Beaming red and in a daze,
You seize upon what little praise,
Could crawl from such a crooked state of mind,
You dragged us all to the ground,
When trying to emerge from this haze!

Sing your tune for us tonight,
Fill the halls with awe and spite,
As you fumble all the way through this *****!

"Fiddle-dee-dum,
Riddle-me-***,
And cloud out the insufferable hum,
With dancing, prancing, loads of ***,
Perhaps it's time that I recite!"