Chorus:
Coming into column nation is a gracious thing
A stirring and a whirring and a broken widow(er)'s 
pain;
It's causing easy ought to just leave a lust alone
But when a friend has shrunken skin where do you throw 
the bone?
(The matter that's been spoken to's a fragrant little 
thing
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring.)
Young Girl:
Investing space without a place;
Confusing grace with outer space.
Chorus:
To please the breeze you freeze the seize,
Combat disease and bend the knees;
And if explicit matters naught,
Extend the grin -- but don't get caught.
say
(We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into into 
today).
But now they say there's room no more for such a 
friendly friendly whore
Uncle Remus:
Yes, Easter Island isn't my land coming home once more.
Chorus:
But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme
Is only just a token left spoken in time
Uncle Remus:
Can tomorrow be more than the end of today?
Young Girl:
Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a may?
Investing space without a place;
Confusing grace with outer space.
Chorus:
The way is a never for severing two,
(For) beginnings are endings for all but a few.