Head Of Femur

Percy
Percy, the dock man's boy With pen and paper in your employ Percy, I'm plenty smart But I need help to get your art So you tell me the beauty's in the meaning of the words And it may be my hearing's slightly blurry Your vernacular's no accident You strove to find the perfect bent But not all good's borne of intent Percy, the dock man's boy With pen and paper in your employ Percy, your deep quatrains Do not suffice to entertain But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives And that I'll see your purpose realized When they hear... The lines you've set to do-re-mi The public will declare, "That sounds like me!" Unanimously three cheers for Percy Promoting better living through empathy Percy, the dock man's boy With pen and paper in your employ Percy, I still prefer A phoneme's ring to a poignant word From Letras Mania