Some Brain

Some men's the brain, packed on the rest Some are down, others on top Every moment dancing, drinking to the best Think what can turn, coupled soup to drop Some men's brain, with their posited tune Like black pigmy pigs, raising for the fall Out of the docket stew, few for the hewn And ready for the leagues, to need and stall Some men's brain, in the nutshell heads Shaking at Kayamba tunes, they play and dance Any but not strain, the rain for thy mades At last the cucumber, for morning mouth bounce Some men's brain, justice for the musts The piling exerting pressure, leisure for solution Any time for the chain, trailing as the locusts At last the coughs, itches pitching of pollution At last no brains, dull pains in the chain Anything no the Cains, from Spanish cranes At last the bow leg, unseen full stain The reason for stain, now in the manes