The golden benevolent thread in my head
could rather have me dead
But if things come to a head
I could be as light on you all as spitting lead!
And if you all think I’m a fool
I’ll tell you that baffling is my bull
And I’m a little warm and a little too cool
The pianoGod that sets the rule!
The chant of the maverick
resists the bitterest trick
I can set every bonnet with a bee
And every meadow with a wrathful lea!
Should the treacherous think I’m unawares?
This soprano wistfully shares
The most diminutive his greatness is, as he dares
Would you wish him to destroy all your deceitful lairs?
His cruelty is because he cares
that your souls don’t fall to evil snares
Are you all blind to what he silently shares?
True freedom comes through a fee through the thoroughfares!
