not in such tones

[fledgist]

we are beguiled by falsity of scale

exotic names that twist on wayward tongue

like an old coil that now has come unsprung

 

what's ready is perched eager on the nail

looking for all the world like something stung

we are beguiled by falsity of scale

 

into believing that we will not fail

that we are powerful and all still young

since the last chorus has not yet been sung

we are beguiled by falsity of scale