Not one hey-nonny-nonny no,
No episode of Dynasty,
Nor timbery wood substitute
Will make you shine or make you see.
Down the plug-'ole straight you go,
Too late for sharp, too late for 'cute.
Too late to make a mystery
Of why the boy-&-rustic show
Is still in syndication, while
Your up-to-datest magic style
Won't even make the groundlings smile.
It isn't fair. Hey-nonny-no.
Our wisdom does not make us grow,
Bang the tambour, thump the lute.
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