I left the house this morning and had forgot my key
Got half way down the road,
I turned and slipped on a toad,
Finding myself on my back and looking at the sky
It could be worse I said
For it is better than being shiv’d
Getting on my journey to work
I stopped to let a car pass by
But the car broke down
This nearly made me cry
Due to this silly dork
It could be worse I said
For it is better than being shiv’d
Getting passed this troublesome danger,
I managed to arrive at the office
When I found that I could not rhyme
So I went postal in the office
Now I sit in the car of a police ranger
Maqlû It could be worse I said
For it is better than being shiv’d
