Be bored as we may
the great grand grind
ain't gonna to help any
In fact, it's only
fixing to get worse
Like a backyard tire swing
Rehung with discount string
Whose moocow light enough
to stay aloft and sway?

'Cause my moocow came crashing
Down to earth,
Like the lord Bob Saget
Handed me a camera and started it rolling
And I turned it inward on the herd