As and why and where my love,
as and where and why,
things that balance off the shelf,
fall up to the sky.
Why and where is as my dear,
where and why as is,
things stand still unless they're pushed,
down from the abyss.
Where and why as is my sweet,
why and where is as,
things are moving on their own,
drunk with all that jazz.
As and why and where my love,
cuckoos sometimes slip,
nesting in another's tree,
better watch their grip.
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