Sad ! There is no hope for you
You all are so sane...
Cheers ! Oodles of hope and joy for me
And you all call me insane.....
What a pity!
Your sane ways, so full of logic and reason
I think, to a life, that is treason
No humour, no wit
And you call me, a twit.
Insanity may bear little reason
But you bet
Shine and cheer, spread all through the season
The lands and the seas are all in my possession
You worry your heads off for little seisin
Peace and joy, my only mission
Your sane life? So much of fission!
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