As I contemplate a heap
Of feces five miles deep
I wonder where's the smartest place to start?
I back up and turn around
And head for distant higher ground
Where breathing doesn't jeopardize my heart
Then I turn and look around
At that steaming, fetid mound
And I wonder'd why'd I ever wander there
For the world is filled with beauty
And it's every person's duty
To light a match when they befoul the air

Some notes on the above:

1. I wrote the first three lines, got stuck, thought about offering them as a song challenge. Then, little by little it started coming to me. It's about why I'm never going to open the "Mother" thread, of course, and it stayed that way until the final three lines came to me and became the justification for the whole thing.

2. I don't know why about half of the lyrics I write fit the tune "My Darling Nellie Gray," but it seems they do.