I'd rather write a poem
Than do most anything
But gaze into a sunset
Or announce the syllable "ping"
Ping ping ping ping
Ping ping ping ping
A funny sound is ping
Not unlike a ring
Or a thing or two to do
(But what if there's more than two??
Whatever will we do??)
I suppose we can make do
Often we do make do
But you hardly ever hear
Of someone making "don't"
Unless they've drunk ten beers
Then they can't make diddley
If they knew what diddley was
I don't know myself
Only the Wizard of Oz
Knows the meaning of diddley
But sadly, he ain't talkin'
And if he ain't talkin', well,
I'm just gonna start walkin'
Away.