Bumpy road to everwhere.
Roads quite bumpy.
The rhythm's mad, if you care:
One, in three-and-twenty.
Drive over the nasty bumps;
Leave them be.
Leave the bumps in the dumps;
Leave them be.
Don't worry: rock or sand;
Leave them be.
Don't worry; paws or hands;
Leave them be.
Don't look for fur or blood;
Leave them be.
Move on from eyes with mud;
Leave them be.
Let them go, the tears and smiles;
Leave them be.
A mere ponder on cunning wiles;
Leave them be.
They're from a different world, so
Leave them be.
We're here so we can go.
Leave them be.
They were born to a different route;
Leave them be.
Worrying how to help is moot;
Leave them be.
Leave them be; the wise have said,
Leave them be.
They're not alive; bumps are dead.
Leave them be.
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