On the evolutionary scale
we're still picking off the ticks
from our prehensile tail
but oh, how we preen
and
look about to see who
might have seen us.

Singing
it's a long way to meet Queen Mary
it's a long way to Rome
Tipperary's just a pipe dream
I may as well stay home.

That'll not make the charts
chanted the group of old farts
who were all
sat on the seats reserved for the elderly
but
I don't expect thanks from that troupe
of ancient cranks,

I live in a world of my own.