The kids play in the starlit night
Safe in the glow of their bright faced might
How peculiar it is to end the light
Now unfamiliar it is to have no right
Moving pictures, music, sports
Entertainment of all sorts
Internet, Place-a-bet, smoke-a-joint, wander
Our ignorance for bliss, stop and ponder
How peculiar it is to end the light
Now unfamiliar it is to have no right
Plato, Socrates, Kant and Locke, our dear
Confucius and Lao Zhu - red wine and beer
Chardonnay, Champagne, the whole Franco-lot
And Korean pepper paste in hot stone pot
Dijon, De Nimes, Couture de Chanel
Jeune Foie Gras, haute cuisine - nouvelle
Is it culinary cocktail, philosophy’s reason
Shame on the felon, his treachery and treason
And that we choose to end the light
That we would choose to have no right
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