Oh, what fools we mortals be
On this I think we can agree
When we seek to make any sense
Of a strip that is this dense
Convoluted is the plot
Of logic there is diddly squat
It meanders and it wanders
Its potential it wantonly squanders
Capricious in its execution
Lacking of any resolution
A foul and fetid deed
It mocks those who choose to read
Like an oozing open sore
It, we have come to abhor
Its very sight now does offend
And to it there seems no end
It was once esteemed and respected
Now it stands forlorn and dejected
Once the object of praise and cheers
Now it’s subject to derision and jeers
The time has come at last
For it to fade into the past
Bury it deep and bury it well
Let toll the funeral bell.
Oh, what fools we mortals be On this I think we can agree When we seek to make any sense Of a strip that is this dense Convoluted is the plot Of logic there is diddly squat It meanders and it wanders Its potential it wantonly squanders Capricious in its execution Lacking of any resolution A foul and fetid deed It mocks those who choose to read Like an oozing open sore It, we have come to abhor Its very sight now does offend And to it there seems no end It was once esteemed and respected Now it stands forlorn and dejected Once the object of praise and cheers Now it’s subject to derision and jeers The time has come at last For it to fade into the past Bury it deep and bury it well Let toll the funeral bell.