Should all the world be monkey-do

And turn a royal purple hue,

Don’t let the voting colour you,

If you have heart of green;


Head and shoulders through your shroud,

Now rise above the madding crowd,

Dare to live, and live out loud,

 With courage, intervene.




Rolling stones won’t gather moss,

but what of those that do?

Stationary, stable sorts

will sport green fuzz, it’s true –

for as the current trickles past

with music, soft and low,

the rocks will give their mossy guests

a lovely place to grow.