You think that's ok?
You think it's safe?
It doesn't matter if something's broken,
Or if something's covered in chaff?
Many may say so, many say not.
But I am the king of clenliness,
The good king of thought.
If you push this, it becomes crooked.
If you tag that, it becomes wrong.
People talk to me about these things,
A session a week.
To talk of my obsession, of things being neat.
I have a problem, 'tis is true.
But everyone has problems, so what else is new?
Now sit down and think, just think for a moment:
When did unorder help the world?
When did a mess lead to good?
Unorderly and scattered, does that help for searching?
A greasy tree branch, does it help for perching?
It has come to my attention, people don't understand.
Nothing comes good from a mess on your hand.
Or mud on your shoe,
Or rotten old food,
Or sticky and icky jail goo.
It just doesn't make sense,
The facts are all clear.
The key to happiness is clenliness,
But I'm considered weird.
Can't you all see?
Mess isn't good for you nor for me.
Follow my techniques and I assure that you'll see:
Happinessis clenliness.
Don't you all see?
Dirt isn't good,
Wrong isn't right.
But listen to me,
And you may win this fight.