When is a miser able to be happy?
And as a child was a chippy a potato-cut chappy?
Questioning the world is no answer
And standing still as a statue doesn’t make you a dancer
Doing time in four-four time
Doesn’t cell any porridge
Going to Oxford and Cambridge is no guarantee of gaining knowledge
Walking from Land’s End to John of Groats
Is no way to end up in “quotes”
And climbing a mountain in search of a fountain pen
Is liable to get you locked up again
How many roads ‘must’ a man walk down?
And does he have to walk up them afterwards, or during?
And would we have won the war without Alan Turing?
Answering my questions
Aids no digestions…