The earth is wide, from every side,
On every hoek, you’ll find a crook,
With a hook under a doek,
The earth is free, from every creed,
On every skin, you’ll find a flea;
Which is keen, to prick your skin.
The earth is full of every meal;
Every where, you’ll find a fool, who does’nt deal;
He’ll stop the spoon from the the food.
The earth is there, for you to stay;
But every seat, has got a leech,
And there’s no peace, on every piece.
You’re put on earth, that you must pray;
But are pliers, of a lier
And all the same you’ll love the game
