Is sometimes hard to find.
Yet it isn’t an untruth,
When colors interwined.
Things aren’t what they used to be,
In fact it’s hard to tell,
If they’re what they seem to be,
Or just a fake made well.
A machine now milks the cow,
Out yonder on the farms,
Firemen threaten the hoose-gow,
And still get false alarms.
You are hungry so you eat
A really scrumptious dish,
Chicken sandwich made with meat
You know is tuna-fish.
False bottoms are in glasses,
False hair on top the head,
And more than a few lasses,
Have with their falsies wed.
I wear artificial pearls,
With imitation fur,
To go listen with the girls
To a false flatterer.
There’s a make believe duck-call,
Artificial sunshine,
Substitutes in basket-ball,
Imitation moon-shine.
If we all knew everything,
How dull would be the day.
So whatever fate may bring,
I like the world this way.
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