[Inno]

hickory dickory dock
the old man had no socks
he sat along the docks
but always choosing his spot
never one to repeat stops
hed cover his tracks which was odd
because no one saw his façade
none detected him a fraud
and so against the grain he carried
himself until he said he felt buried
what a sap hed believe his own lies
lookd at the moon and wished to die
a recluse amongst the crowds, a spy
an agent for the unarrived, miss informed
the subside of the normal born pride
hed float across the ocean clinging to life
or life clinging to it...I forget which side.
sir oakly standing stall a life time of wisdom