Following the trail of thought
Involved in a quick afternoon nap
As told by those who have just bought
The trees
from which we suck our sap
And I am not above you all
nor should that quite be a shock
And we all wander down the
hall
Only to find the door locked
How you loathe the sheer
the sheer
How you loathe the boredom
How you find the fear
the fear
You find it quite appealing
