Mad Professor

Mad Professor

There lives a mad professor
In dark and dirty room
His mind is a possessor
Wandering in gloom

He cried a million tears
Thinking what was wrong
He had no sleep for years
Working all night long

He says:

I live for my invention
My time is gonna come
With love and inspiration
Don’t ask me where it’s from

I’m counting information
My room will soon be clean
For pride and joy of nation
I’ll make the Time Machine!

® 2008-04-14

by Oleard from “Oleard vol.3”


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