Without knowing one way or the other
So to each other we are bound
That makes all of us brothers
While in transit we look for cover
Moving without making a sound
Floating and hover’ng
Society doubles ‘round
Twat if ideas were our ground
Yet we want them smothered
Churning out a mound
Without knowing one way or the other
Which thought it clever
We’ve banned the hound
Retreat to our hovel
So to each other we are bound
Words we’ll pound
Ideas be governing
Our achievements crowned
That makes all of us brothers
Rondeau Redouble 11/06