He treads the boards a’ plenty,
To cause such a fuss,
His friends from one to twenty,
Through acts of play and puss.
Confusion and mirth is key,
In his actions of the day,
But he can’t live in his revelry,
With his laugh in disarray.
So with his thoughts so refuted,
He finds his certain zone,
That such a conduct that is polluted,
He must remain alone.