She's a poet and we're Grist for her Mill.
Let us be Loyal to our Common Frog
who croaks up the toxins in our Grass Field.
For he's the proprietor of our Mall
who allows us to live even with our Blind-
Folds which wear an Insignia of Great Pride
ah yes and Honor. Ah, steady Patience
that pays us with Rewards and Advances.
Sirs, we are predestined as the Women
Looks like I'm slipping for a good reason.
So she's the janitor, I need a Fuck