Nothing

I have nothing to think of and nothing to do; I'll sing a song about nothing to you. If nothing will please you, it's nothing to me, The trouble is nothing, as you will agree. I can give you nothing in verse or in prose, For nothing, you know, cannot make many foes. Nothing is good when there's nothing to pay; And nothing is heard when there's nothing to say. We'd have nothing to love where there's nothing to hate, There'd be nothing to dream of or dreams to await. Where there's nothing right, there'd be nothing but wrong; So if nothing will please you, I'll move right along!