And it was one of the silliest stories ever told
From beginning to end, it made no sense
It could be that trouble is already a-brewing
With or without pride and fortune
Imagine, the dog has two tails!
The leaves have begun to dry
It didn’t fit, so they had to resize
Children will forever be curious creatures
There is no use crying over spilt milk
Whatever happened to morality, faith and hard work?
There is no telling how many are already in the know
Misery is now a thing of the past
There is a list of all the features
Culture provides refuge
Many have been there, but none ever came back
A doctor’s life is an honourable one
It is hard to tell what is happening
For the love of art, please listen
Somehow, this mess must be unraveled
That’s what partners are for
Only the title is needed
They confess their ignorance
Many wonder at the aftermath
No two men are alike in personality
Last time, an ugly calamity befell them
Like it or not, what will be, will be
Queue up and be handed a whip each
If there ever was such a thing as trust
Then, water would certainly not cook fish!
To sing lovely songs in persuasion
Whatever gained thereof is legal
A tale as tall as Mount Everest
Lives will never be the same again
Now, Michael Chrichton must be right:
Artlessness truly is the most difficult art
The story does make sense after all!
