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!