take your beauty, a finger nail
and take my pride, tall haste
a taste for my sake, taste ’till we bake
a cake you take to be tastily faked
what a beastly prejudice to hastily make
but i come tried once
never twice, so hide
songs sung thrice will always ring a bell
the crash will always come before the ride
summer fried, fall leaves waste,
winter tells duty, spring cleaves, wake
what’s at stake?
the fulcrum point 