An Anthem of Nonsense

Pry my fingers weak and weary
By and buy the relative theory
Supply small smiles sweet and cheery
July is true to not be dreary

Die is death and live is life
Apply it smooth with a rigid knife
Try your brain to end the strife
Comply with the wishes and the misses of the wife

I and you and me are true
Tie the strings of a dancing shoe
My sprinkled heart will have to do
Shy is red and words are blue

Why is everyone so sad
Hi and lows are pretty bad
Sigh away the problems Dad
Cry the tears and then be glad

Pie and cookies are numbing sweets
Lie down now and rest your feet
Fly away from the unforced heat
Deny the glue to your given seat

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