Leap With Me
Have you ever seen the like of it before
The mad people leaping around the floor
There is no music I can hear
It's all in the head , the mad leaper said
It's all in the head
First thing in the morning
Last thing at night
These leaper's never stop
Are they completely mad, I had to ask
Oh no, came the reply, this what they do
They have got an art's grant don't you know
So leaping mad they must go
Their inspected once a month
Just in case their not leaping high enough
To keep the grant, you have to be tough
It's all sort mad, If not a little sad
In life you have to take good and bad
The good rarely get a grant
But then they don't know how to leap and rant
So leap with me to make a quid
For art is art , or so they say
But to most , art is no good , unless it pays
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