Poor Dr Zachary Smith!
Oh the pain! Oh the pain!
Where is my righteous fame?
I look for others to in praise bestow
Something to ease this life of woe.
But, do they, oh no!
Oh moan! Oh groan!
I am miserable to the bone.
Will no one see just me?
Oh hear my plea
And make feel like a marquee.
Oh sigh! Oh why?
See this teardrop in my eye?
This sad little ditty
Is just so witty
I’m sure you’ll give me pity.
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