Soothe's, ''Beware of ides of March''
Man, don't corporate cos of starch
One beetle's beasts to roll dirt into ball
But another bug burrows it as it's small
Don't get frightened of what ye lack
Lest the ides skips March for May to mark
But, a cuss you can't cross you can't cut
No man can live outside inside his hut
What a Scooby-doo can do
You or your candle can't do
What you or your candle can do
No Scooby-doo and its can can do.
