Sweatin' to the Dada

[byronium]

Occasionally, when I'm engaged in a tedious and/or physical task, the clutch of my mind starts slipping, and I'll start treading spirals of non-causal creative thought. For some reason, this almost always manifests itself in song: either coming up with new lyrics to an existing song, or weaving new songs from whole cloth. To wit: when gardening

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[basmati]

Are you going to share?

[byronium]

I don't recall precisely, but I think it went a little something like:

Fool! Knowest thou not that in these very passages
lurks a beast, foul and ravenous, who wouldst
make of thine tender bones a meal? Yea, verily,
this terrible beast would consume thee straight off.
Thou must surely be as bereft of wisdom as thou
art of flint and tinder, for had thou these simple
tools, thy wouldst not render thyself vulnerable
to the terrible Grue.

Just to change it up, I ended up singing "My Humps" as performed by Christopher Walken while I was paying bills.