Keeps your swans in a line,
lest you forget your rhyme.
Set the pace steady,
And always get ready,
So much fun to specify this Quime.
These black swans,
all in a line.
Are a lot just like our world,
dominoes about to fall,
corrupted in their crime.
As the world straightens up,
and we chinie chinie chinie again.
Our hobbles and limps will open up,
and we’ll be swaggered on in again on time.
This time faster and stronger for some,
others need help for sure.
I not opposed to gleeless glim.
Just leave it at the door.
Grit got us started,
hope was what we found.
So go grab piece no matter how small,
And share it on round for all.
Bless your brother bless your sister,
Know from where you came.
And if you’re ever – in a doubt,
know we’ll both be looking around for aim.