It's been one all along
One not put up to sale
Like freightship, held in long
And it's another highway song
In fact it's always been
Those who know what they'd shipped
Can't sleep an eye shut,
Can't pretend
But in another way song,
A wayfarer in fashion land
It's better to beat the censors
Or be so bare, in tight-thread demands.
Unless the older fables
of worlds of Earth, yet worlds beneath
Were well read all the time
Who'd know what way songs mean.
So they'd say to light a candle,
nowdays turn on LCD
You'd read, like Hansel, and Gretel
or lift the lashes if now to see.
