OOOOHHHHHHH
Freedom for bashing and
Freedom from passion
Is all one ever could need!

It’s believin and askin’
The goddess of baskin’
What freedom would ever to me?

For freedom is on the aaarch,
Under which we maaarch
The reason for bein’
The bein’ we’re seen’
The reason we drink all this starch!

My grievance, my puppet
My own wooden bucket
What freedom do you have for me?

And before you mention my promise not to sing I would remind you that December began it! 

~N