An open ear will always win
And now the game of life begins,
For soon as you forget to learn
You’ll find it’s difficult to earn
The treasures found in life for those
Who live life grounded on their toes

A gleaming glint upon his face
Instilled with chilling teeth in place
Will make a mortal tremble, you
Can be the new exception, who

With head held high and posture straight
Will overcome the endless trait
Of cycled fear, which walks us toward
The neverending marching hoard

So Shed the skin, open the gate
with lemonade gripped in as bait
Pour out your scornful cup of juice
And let your merry thoughts run loose