Patient's Pageant
Not to worry, I'll let you know
All in good time though, all in good time
Not to hurry, I'll let you grow
All in good time though, all in good time
Botch the senseless scurry
Tis' all in vain though, tis' all in vain
Botch the mindless mission
Tis' all in vain though, tis' all in vain
Rhyme within Reason, and Sir. Sanity will let all soldier on
(unfinished)
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