the horns play onthe lights flash fast
and all of a sudden
there's whispers and - GASP!
Onto the stage, for one last time
the old master's back with his wonderful rhyme.
Everyone's heard it but they never tire
of being told by the teller about that fire.
The one that burns throughout the tale
until it's snuffed out by the approaching gale.
It's a bad bad story of three and five
that age when youth stops and 'old' arrives.
The future's uncertain, but so was the past.
So you may as well live each day like the last.
Carry on shining bright like the light.
Until a windy pop snuffs it all out one night.
(and all of a sudden
there's whispers and - GASP!
Onto the stage, for one last time
the old master's back with his wonderful rhyme.
Everyone's heard it but they never tire
of being told by the teller about that fire.
The one that burns throughout the tale
until it's snuffed out by the approaching gale.
It's a bad bad story of three and five
that age when youth stops and 'old' arrives.
The future's uncertain, but so was the past.
So you may as well live each day like the last.
Carry on shining bright like the light.
Until a windy pop snuffs it all out one night.
Professor Fnord Regius Professor of B3ta Chronology,
Tue 12 Nov 2002, 0:37,
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