Just thought I'd have a little fun today, well, er, actually last night but nonetheless. Anyhow, this would completely be an outtake if the poetry world were operated similarly to the music industry. Just something I threw together while listening to some Sinatra. Yep, it's true, while I am a self-proclaimed evangelist for Metal, I also like many other types of music as well. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure you'll figure the song, despite the obvious digression or two I took.
Doo be doo be doo
Dah dah da da
Doo be doobie do
Snow is swirling from the wind
The ground has grown mighty thin
Yet they continue
Marching through the ice
Lemmings filing through the cold
No time for loving, no time to know
Just disgruntled songs and rhythmic shuffling
Of feet, webbed and soft
Pushing forms in directions lost
Dangers but a dance away
A slow and moving touch of grey
Can't help but get cold
When you’re marching through the ice
…Death was but a ledge away
For those marching through the ice
Doobie doobie do
Doo bee do be doo
