Born carefree into the historySafe & steady guided by his ideasYou should know him by nowYou hear him every dayBut it's hard to rememberThose senses lie dormant and dwellMummy mister Can't resist yourMuffin mixtureOr murder mysteriesNow/how would i know ?Walk fasterSpit as the roads are crossedIt's all a disasterThose rhymes were too easily tossedAll those thought-forms you knowRuining your every nightBut who would concieve themUntil it is spelled out so right?