There once was a note that was played, It was in every show on Broadway, It soared and it rang, From every mouth that it sang, Until one day it just slipped away.
Consider this a gentle reminder, To be to yourself so much kinder, You’re doing your best, And life’s not a test, No need to put yourself through the grinder.
Oh, how that voice was so grating, Every word that came out, aggravating. What you wanted to imply, Was a fast, quick goodbye, Instead they found themselves captivating.
There once was a chicken named Steve, Who wanted to fly coop and leave. But the bird got the chop, Landing in the cooktop, Too slow in avoiding the cleave.
A wicked wind did wildly whistle, Moving slowly through brush and thistle, Spirits may awaken, And souls may be taken, Among the lingering haze that bristles.