Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
all at the same time
dance to the tunes and worry if it ruins
A motionless ball is what it is,
But only will you know when it fits.
learn to lie, even if you’d die
Stay still, or it might kill
all those words of the lost,
won’t help you when in Frost.
think what they think or care what they think
Either way, we’re all the same.