Rhubarb!

Into silence, Mr Gregory Powder
Hello all, hello to you all

Oh the sky is for plastic people
Gathered in a little TV drug
He's among the TV throng
About the things they don't understand
See the things they all risk dementia!

They talk about the animal people
Who still live with sin have to climb the steeple
Half the nation starts to walk
The other half is out to stalk
Running people, half the nation!

I get a funny feeling, it starts
While little kids are heads of the country, all upon TV
Because it surrounds the whole damn nation
In jigsaw pieces that just don't fit
Don't fit, lazing around the nation!