Believer

By S.D Sycther

Quiet quiet days days, paint it black;

And forget the winds if they weren't slack.

Believer of wise the science shall say; 

Late not you late not the day, 

late was me science shall say.

Happy, not you, you are gay;

Believer of science, the wise shall say;

Wait for that moment wait for that day;

Myths and might myths and myths lay and lay;

Day day one call it science call it a day.

Day day one call it science call it a day.

Better you saw me, butter knew me too;

Then worries kept away and so kept woo.

But science think more and sore and alone thinks who?

But science think more and sore and alone thinks who?

Believer Oh! the believer never knew knew;

Clever clever clever and nothing so new.

Dreams were many beliefs were few.

Dreams were many beliefs were few. 

Hotsy-totsy science, hotsy-totsy belief,

And came in then religion relief relief relief.

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