I'm so happy
I'm so happy
I'm so happy
This inane ditty is for me good
Sometimes switches my mood
But mostly it deploys
To simply stop the noise
The inner voice "wish to die"
And the spoken "Death" as sommoning cry
To my old and future friend with the sickle
As if that were the way to get out of this pickle
You have to be scrappy
To fight feeling crappy
I'm so happy
I'm so happy
Im so happy