I love inspiring contradiction, sweet lies and silly repetition.
[You could never rhyme it or follow the beat.]
But I'll give you a reason to abandon the script.

I like a touch of the surreal, the strange and all that they conceal.
[You could never rhyme it or follow the beat.]
But I'll make it crazy and you'll find it so neat.

I don't care if it makes sense as long as you can free yourself.
[Yet you never rhyme it or follow the beat.]
But I can create worlds that'll make you complete.

Let me open doors for you, and tell you tales of levity.
[Only if you rhyme it and follow the beat.]
I would rather lay the universe at your feet.

I like a story that's unreal, bizarre and not overly genteel.
[But you never rhyme it or follow the beat!]
There are other things that maybe make up for it.

I need a sense of evocation, of realms beyond my comprehension.
[If only you could rhyme it and follow some beat...]
I hear what you're saying but I don't care a whit.

[I just want to rhyme it and follow the beat.]
You'll have lots of company if you make it so bleak.
[Couldn't we please rhyme it and follow the beat?]
Only if we make it very foolish indeed.

Sitting all alone, you know there's rhyming,
Rhyming to be done.
Thinking do's & don'ts, there's rhyming to be done.
Rhyming to be done.

You could rhyme it sometimes, poet or clown,
You could rhyme it sometimes.

One (one) you suck on your thumb,
Having fun in the sun while you play with a gun.

Two (two) you buckle your shoe,
See the blue kangaroo with the snazzy tattoo.

Three (three) you dance on your knees,
When you drink your tea on a tree by the sea.

Four (four) and you're locking the door,
While the worlds beyond do remain unexplored.

You could rhyme it sometimes, poet or clown,
You could rhyme it sometimes.