In the beginning, there was a cubbyhole.
It was an age of discovery.
Crawling out of the ooze.
Napping, day and night.
Learning most of the rules.
Why can’t I put this square thing into my ear?
Acing the game of I want and bull’s eye.
A special time before the
Commands and bitches
When the mind was fixed
On creating a crown of papier-mache.
Now put it on, march knees high.
Dance with a star, snatch the sigh.
Spill a tear, spread some cheer.
Broadcast from the moon.
And eat some non-green cheese.
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