In that quaint little house in the valley
right beside a mercurial creek
I fathomed the terrible tally
and learned to embargo the bleak.
Cocooned in a bucolic bower
where beauty can't help but abound
you're taught by the grace of the flower
and friendlier ears can't be found;
despite a delight in the corny
I'm stoically trying to stay
away from a path that is thorny
while still staying true to my way
remaining completely impartial
to all of the popular lies
yet trying my hardest to martial
the strength to keep searching for whys.