If its cut and dried
and all done
If is now written in stone
and set firmly
If you're sure its set in concrete
and buried deep
If you know the gates are firmly shut
and padlocked down
If the birds have flown the feathered nests
never to return
why then don the jester's tomfoolery heirloom
passed down along your lineage
tis well known far and near your heads always in the clouds
and thus forever pennies short of full shillings
from corners at the mead houses to your spots at the madhouses
you're known as them wretched mindless bullies
so your ranting's and double spewing are just bullies doing as bullies
the ill worthless antics of childlike village fools