Bingo is a game for fun.
Mingo was an Indian.
Hapless... Hopeless...
Smoking dope is stupid.
Eat a bun.
Fingers point. "Shame, shame" they say.
There's got to be a better way.
Be nice. Think twice.
The spice of life is
Making hay from day to day.
It's time we all got serious.
It tends to make me curious;
The way we waste
Our lives in haste
Just simply makes me furious.
So, eat a pickle, pucker lips.
Twist and shout and shake your hips.
But don't dismay,
Another day
Will come your way like passing ships.
We meet. We talk. We pass the day.
We try to find that golden bay
That lies serene
A golden dream
To come and sweep our hearts away.
If you don't find your dream today,
You simply choose another way.
You scratch and bite
With all your might
For what is right to do and say.
You keep your dream deep in your heart
To feed and nurture from the start.
You watch it grow
Until you know
You've made it. You're a part.
So, don't go giving up on schemes
Though disappointment sometimes seems
To come your way.
You'll find someday
You've realized your dreams.
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