What We Have May Not Amount To A Hill of Beans
But this is Our Hill, and these are Our Beans!
The world is flat, the world is flat.
That’s what I’ve always been told
To suggest otherwise would be far too bold.
We listen and learn, and yearn to earn
Are we ever sure our ideas won’t just burn?
Some say the time has come to start a blog,
But who can focus when others just hog.
The toilet paper in supermarkets now runneth over
So why is it most, are still not touched by clover.
The government has been visible, compassionate and strong
But one wonders, did they really not know, all along?
R Kelly believes he can fly, believes he can touch the sky
So why is it this song makes everybody want to cry.
Our world has changed, so many things to rearrange!
A house with many rooms, but still no space
Is this what’s become of the human race.
We long for a time when we’re were one
Yes, one for all, and all for one.
Brothers, Sisters, and Grandma too
We huddle together with a good brew.
Zoom Zoom, please take us to the moon
To interact with friends and foe, or even, any average Joe.
We are not alone, We are not alone
We still have our subscription iPhone!
So it’s not all sadness, or sorrow or lament
But what good is sentiment, if you can’t pay the rent.
