A young man by the name of Timothy
Went idly traipsing by
He had long blonde hair and a pocket square
He held his nose up high
Do you think he feared consistency
When only the clouds let see
For every night when the star shone bright
It would shimmer down way with he

Timothy, with your knee-high socks
Did you find what the sun won’t show
Did you speak with kings on the little things
Or to grab two oars and row
Did you lead your life with dignity
Just to end up all alone
Did you ask for more than the morning dew
Did you live your life for show

Though he’s born from infidelity
He’s the prettiest in the crowd
Women fawn to him, men are drawn to him
But he’s far-off in a cloud
And the diamond rings he clamored for
Now he spurns for a knot-brown rose
May he find his path and evermore
As long as it’s what he chose

Timothy, with your knee-high socks
Did you find what the sun won’t show
Did you speak with kings on the little things
Or to grab two oars and row
Did you lead your life with dignity
Just to end up all alone
Did you ask for more than the morning dew
Did you live your life for show

He was known both east and westerly
As a man without compare
With his busking shoes and his baby blues
Ask around, “have you seen him there”
Do you think for all his trail has known
He saw it with his own two eyes
Oh, maybe young man Timothy
Was too focused on the flies

Timothy, with your knee-high socks
Did you find what the sun won’t show
Did you speak with kings on the little things
Or to grab two oars and row
Did you lead your life with dignity
Just to end up all alone
Did you ask for more than the morning dew
Did you live your life for show

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Writing this was a blast! I hear the tambourine, the drum, and the flute! Do you hear it too? I hope it made your Monday a little brighter!