O me, o my! The world is sorrow
For I have quite a struggle tomorrow
Wandering incredulously for truth
Why I am here to do I have no proof
Woe is me, I have to think all day
Working aimlessly is the only way?
Me thinkest I must be a poor soul
Animal and child have no such cold
The Powerful Force bequeathed me a ban:
No progress without the plight of man