I have travelled the world around
and found
a plethora of song
beyond their ken
These baser men

And they would me berate
O how they prate
They are so wrong
They do not see
They should agree

The license(?) I have got
Should tell them what
They need to know
Well travelled and well read
It's in my head

My motives are so pure
Of that I'm sure
Of that although
My subtle mind
leaves most behind