Town Hall Lemmings
The town hall clock chimed twelve
And the crowds they were a' swelling,
A vision came into my mind
They reminded me of lemmings.
Of course there was no waiting cliff
No fabled deadly leaping,
Just an endless tidal flow
Onwards, ever creeping.
Each it seemed held a phone
'Twas quite a sight to see,
No colliding nor incidents
It was choreography!
We have evolved a sense
So we need not lift our heads,
We just switch to autopilot
Then chat and text instead.
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