I had forgotten how much I’d forgotten
About not knowing a thing at all.
And when you tend to not know a thing,
Then the world seems to sing and call.
To sing of the happiness and grandeur
That is this blissful world,
To hark on the jovial gay jollity
So seamless as a white pearl.
And when it is all said, over, and done,
And the chair’s let out for it’s already sung,
The world still holds its shining light,
For all who tend to not be so bright.
For after all, it’s not too bright,
And now at least you know my plight.
