Do You Believe It Is A Good Laff Or the Fact Ore Speaking A Chorus By Corpus

Sing from the Ages of the dance on the Moons Ferris Wheel sky,

that magic in the Theater with the Hands On the Work in the read,

to that Carousel of Address on the black of the House and the concrete Peace,

to the distance of the Waltz as the Opera A fence to blanket the Warm summer Sheets with 'Cry'!!

Storms in the Human bar Bare eon short are the Times on that is the Ages,

in Mass of the Start to the Clouds on the Lace is the buckle my Shoe,

to grab the Bow on the Arrow of the Tack is that Sword of the Meet,

counter Measured to bring the Heat!!

Former to the Cap tanned by the Sun in the Rise of dawn of the Hau Rise on,

straight to the froth that is the barrel of the branch,

for the Rings with the Tree to the Fires in the Brights!!

Shine to the Arms of Sprouts as the bubble to the Pop go Corner of the Stores,

with the eyes of the Singular trace to gallop the Sonar of the razors edged Its the grave,

talking to Complete the Whole as the Wall of this Human corn Paste ease`ies the grounds to form,

I rather the Envelope of Opportunity to breeze!!