It's a name I like to call it
Likes to say it's nothing
It lives and breathes and it insists
That it insists that it is something
It never liked to speak or run
Or walk or sleep or eat
It even thought that everybody
Tried to thought to take its seat

Birds and bees and television
Cardboard houses, x-ray vision
Many little silly rhymes
Things forgotten lost their times
Telephones and silly games
Periods and lots of question marks