Raise the Hammer
It's fun to write
But writing takes time, which is tight
So, rarely does paper meet pen
That's the reason
That's the rhyme
In my mind, at least
I write all the time
Sometimes, to get my kicks
A fix
A hit of Bliss
I'll do a 50, like this
Why did the bee try?
Your wings are too tiny for flight
Came the cry
You'll die
I'm afraid
Are you talking to me?
I ain't afraid, said the bee
And he took to the sky
Boy, could she fly
Now, the bee feeds the world
That's why
You try
Get back in the saddle
Reload and re-aim
Go back to the battle
Get back in the game
Have another crack
Take another swing
Try a new tack
Conquer that thing
Get back on your feet
Do it lickety-split
Do not consider retreat
And never, ever, ever quit
That's it
Determining whether God exists
Is a quest which turns and twists
I don't know much, but I know this
In bed I laid
And prayed and prayed
When morning came, I swear to you
My prayers had come, miraculously, true
No school today
Hip-Hip Hooray
Praise the Lord
SNOW DAY!
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