sonava muna
arama'o teke
munava sona
kide-'o kive
sonava kide-
vire'i'o vana
munava kide-
kolodo'o kive
sonava kide-
'ave'o seneda
sonava muna
'ave'o seneda
En mawneng brit on feunner hil
The sun doth strein it feird
Soe preutie es the sit ov it
Thaet it doth skerfue deird
Som sei thaet en the verou top
Ther es an magerant
Und enie maen wat goeth their
Wil geirth hies ev'rie want
It's the kind of free verse poem
where you're not really here
and you're not really there
and you wonder why they can't take the time
to think of two words that will rhyme
and why is it that 99 percent of the time
you're just counting the days
to the next holiday
then it comes
it goes
you're a few cents richer
a few cents poorer
but none the better or worse for wear
and if tis better to give than to recieve
how come everyone's recievin
and nobody's givin
and why does my pocketbook hurt so much
and why is it that
every time we celebrate a person they're
already dead
and why can't we celebrate someone who can say
hey every man woman and child in this u s of a
knows my name and I'm not even dead yet
so yeah
all I really want is a holiday
all my own
so that I can say
happy Me day
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