She sang her song,
and did so wisely.
She called it, and
things did precisely
turn out just the way she called it.
Some of my friends treated her
rudely.
They’d sooner follow
the greedy fellow
who was a rat with belly, yellow.
He had no shame, and showed it crudely;
sang his Milli Vanilli twist;
fooled lots of people. That’s the gist.

Oh well, they’ll have to lie in it
until their addled brains get lit.