Holding forth
On a topic of no worth,
A pissy myth about
Birth of War
And as for those "Hats" -
They're a bore,
Not amusing anymore.
Dare I ask myself what
It's for?
A worm is at work
In the core -
No no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning
And unwind!
No no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning
And unwind!
At stage right -
Good counsel dressed
All in white;
Temptation, black as night,
Stage left,
(and I've a hunch
His hooves are cleft!)
Between 'em am I, bereft.
Like tempter's hoof
My mind is cleft,
Divided I fall, nothing's
Left -
No no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning
And unwind!
Writer(s): Peter Blegvad, John Moore Anthony
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