Oh whimsical rules
Make us look like fools
We prance around
To make them proud
Do we get a reward, no
Just the pain of putting on a show
To make those whimsical rules laugh

They put us on a job, a staff
Oh those whimsical rules
To make us look like fools
But we still follow them
Picking flowers by their stem
Just to put a smile on their faces

Running at different paces
Tripping and falling
Forever wanting
Approval and jewels
From those whimsical rules
Never to be
Set free
From chains of smoke

History will be re-wrote
To applaud those whimsical rules
That make us look like fools
They rule the day
And shake our way
These whimsical rules of ours