Some people are too proud and vain, But surely no one can know why. They speak as if they bring the rain While they eat what you toil and l.
Life has taught us that those big mouthed Whether they are right or quite wrong, Or if they're liked or fully loathed Their own tune must go with each song.
How strange it is that who have sense Are always faulty and not sure, Whereas those who mean gross offence Are right and their words have great lure.
The fiddle strives to carry you To planes on their sublime cloud nine; Few strokes of drum give much ado And from your height they bring you down.