...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

Another Moon tune: With apologies to Ella, Frank, Larry and Dick:

Rich Moon,

We know you’re writin’ alone,

Unbiased and unconstrained,

Your thoughts completely unknown.

Rich Moon,

You won't hear us say a prayer for

A Section that’s only there for

Thought cops we really don’t care for.

And there will suddenly appear before us

The big report we’ve been awaitin’ so long.

Will we be able to stomach its findings?

Be strong, my friends, be strong.

Rich Moon,

Will you end up being a keener?

A “go, go, Section Thirteen!”-er?

Or else a censor-demeaner?

And there will suddenly appear before us

The big report we’ve been awaitin’ so long.

Will we be able to stomach its findings?

Be strong, my friends, be strong…

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