Here are some words in a rhythm of illogical,
Gathering letters to conceal the fact,
Our world is something magical,
We're being deceived,
So open you curtain,
The sky isn't black.
Some are large hearted and were pennies in rags,
Some imagine nothing and hope for no more cost of price tags,
Softened are the people's cries,
I have a dear question,
One very sincere,
Who feeds the ones, who believe their in Pennies and Rags,
Don't close you eyes,
Read your neighbours heart,
After this read,
Some should resign,
But their positions are hard.
