Any way I can,
any day I stand,
if I'm able to walk and talk,
I'm gonna make a fun plan.
Any highlight of use,
any sensible excuse,
I'll be out the door,
somewhere on a dance floor.
Even if the suns not shinning,
I'll still be fun mining.
Plotting and digging,
eating and pigging,
If there's a merry to be found,
I'll be standing on its ground.
Don't try to take away my sun,
it won't be over until I'm done.
Bury me six feet under,
my soul will still thunder.
I'll be flying the universe,
won't even have to rehearse,
cause I made a fun curse.
Fix a face too smile,
fun is just part of my style.

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