Why do we sing our words, instead of talk?
Why should we dance our way, when we could walk?
Wouldn't it save us time if we could say
a homicidal madman's after us
let's run away?
How often do you see in real life
songs burst spontaneously
from man and wife?
What dire emergency would not get worse
by s-t-o-p-p-i-n-g to compose a melody
or write a verse?
Now for the big finish:
I t-h-i-n-k that death itself would be more fun
if it was sung.
Oh no, I'm singing much too high now.
No, I'm singing much too high now.
O-o-h, n-o-o
too high.
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