The dooming clouds are no hoax
You shall never be welcome down this way
There is no good humor to coax
Life is truly and menacingly gray
With rainbow proudly wrapped around metal
Refusing in the blowing sea breeze to settle
The green and white of conformity
Clearly declares the stately warning
There is no answer in any sort of enormity
Just a refined level of scorning
To be done in the most simplistic manner
That wreaks and weaves in waves of candor
The danger and gloom is honest dear
But so is the underlying hopeful sight
No words could make that any more clear
Or encourages any greater a fright
Yet the world would be incomplete
Without such places as cheery Burt Street
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