Now I'm sure I had forgotten
How good certain things taste,
Life's like a soft ball of cotton,
Surely not meant to waste.
Change your ways while you can.
Move forward with no haste!
Grab your friends and a van
And don't forget the toothpaste!
Let your barefoot touch the ground,
Relax and elaborate a plan
To survive the next round...
And then one can be the man
Who was nowhere to be found
When asked to love again.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."