Ode to Joy (Beethoven, Symphony No. 9)
To be happy sure feels pretty swell,
Like some Daughter of Heaven. But, Hell –
If you think “ultraviolence”
When hearing this, silence
Is probably best – or a cell.
Those Were the Days
Remember that bar we liked, when
We’d meet there again and again?
And we’d plan for the gold
Years we’d pass when we’re old?
Hah! Things really were better back then.
Amazing Grace
Proud as Musk I was, lustful as Hef,
But now God is my new BFF.
Faith cures all, you will find;
Heck, I used to be blind.
But – those bagpipes! – I wish I were deaf.
Song of the Volga Boatmen
Chip in, chums! Trudge this glum, sandy shelf
For a pay that’s more pittance than pelf.
Heave and ho till you’re dead
With that strap round your head
As this barge – well, it won’t pull itself.