Holy Shit Donvict is sleeping while Rubio is speaking

[Cirsium]

17. Life could be a ding-a-derry

He could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers consultin' with the rain.
And his head he'd be scratchin' while his thoughts were busy hatchin'
If he only had a brain.

He'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le, in trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts he'll be thinkin' he could be another Lincoln
If he only had a brain.

Oh he could tell you why the ocean's near the shore.
He could think of things he never thunk before.
And then he'd sit, and think some more.

He would not be just a nothin' his head all full of stuffin' his heart all full of pain.
He would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,
If he only had a brain.