The Sun rises, as usual,

‘Tis A Glorious Day, They Say,

The voices around me drone on and on,

Life’s a path well trodden, A Cliché.

In our dreary world of old,

Walks a familiar stranger, behold.

Mr. Mono Tony is his name,

From the boring Kingdom of Bohr Duhm.

He approaches me, clad in casuals,

And asks me the same questions,

Over and Over Again.

Will I ever Walk on a Land,

Where Roses are not Red,

Violets are not Blue,

The Skies are Green,

And the Grass is Blue?