The time is ripe for coping,
The time is ripe for hoping,
So let's stop the moping,
And, get on getting on with living.
Give up being a dread,
Before we wind up dead.
Give up being a dread,
Feed your head,
A dreadless med.
Why mess,
When you can be,
Dreadless?
Puzzles me,
Dreadless.
See?
Dreadless.
Feed your head,
A dreadless med.,
Instead.
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