When I look back upon some songs
It's always with an argus eye
I sometimes end the words to sly
For every word prolonged an inch
No matter pi or grr or tinge
There's a reader that will flinch
It's a...
It's a...
It's a...
It's a fix!
Its suffix!

Every zing I ever wrote
Every word-prolonging dot
Every pacing-making out
Every ing you'll ever spot
It's suffix!

At school they had a spelling bee
Some nerd won, I came eightyfree
I never did suckseed
Too many words I ended y
Like kosher, flash or going bi
And to "thing" it makes some cry
It's a...
It's a...
It's a...
It's a fix!
Its suffix!

Every word of mass distract
Every second after prime
Every hyphen I contract
Every birth of a new rhyme
It's a fix!

Readers, forgive me, I try hard to make it
Submitted a new song, then saw a "teh" in it
Wherever there's comas, I probably had one
Grammar, it fools me, verbs are worse than nouns
But I sometimes get it wright

So when I look upon my zings
It's always in a state of fear
I always need a six-pack beer
For every word in my matrix
There are some abbr-rhyming tricks
And some faults therein the mix
It's a...
It's a...
It's a...
It's a fix!
With suffix!

Every time I'm going/dutch
Every spell-check surgery
Every rhyme-supporting crutch
Every transword'postropheeee...
It's a fix!

Etc



© Peter Andersson 2004