If we crawl at 2, we crawl at 22
And the grovel at the drop of a hat
And once they
It
If we crawl at 2, we can crawl at 102
And the target brainless don
Covered so kindly in your opening speech
Is tiny crab of thought
On a sideways beach
Let lessons not the pupils teach
Justice not the lessers breach
And the maggots not have finger
Wagged at by leech
Well I made sure I wrote this song in Braille
So you could touch the words, the words that sail
From my mouth back to the jail
You could touch the words that sail
From the mouth back to the jail
That is posing as tongue
Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs and the wearing of a business suit
Lead to complaints of backache and end with the Nazi salute
And once they
It
If we crawl at 2, we can crawl at 222