Ob-la-dee... ? ß ? a d ?...
? ß ? a d ?... Ob-la-daa...
Splash one more
Oblation... oblation...
Oblation... oblation...
The ritual sweat of never-ending servitude
Dash it all over
Our high-rising monuments
Of the endeavoring firm
That stand out aloof,
So untouchably of a kind of their own
Though evermore will
Fill most of our days and our simplest self
To shield and yield all lives' ambitions & needs
Here on earth
Where everyone - everyone - is to serve.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/-1610/
