So now a
rescue is on its way, to rescue the rescue that's rescued today.
Oh what a
pickle, a fine mucky sickle, a trail of woes and sticky black toes
and who's got the nose for the future's prose?
As if
you'd expect this place to make sense, some folk choose action,
others the fence, and for those in the middle it's going to get
tense.
Trouble is
coming, it's not far away, make ready for war and a roll in the
hay...
...and
then there'll be me, the end of the day.
