Life Could Not Better Be

Life could not better be, better be, better be.
It could not possibly, No sirrah, sirrah, sirree.
Songs could not gayer be,
Sound your do-ray-o-me,
ray-me-fa-so-la-see
Fa la, la, la follow me.
Why be gloomy, cut thy nose off to spite thy face,
Listen to me, a nose is hard to replace.
Skies could not bluer be, hearts in love,
truer be, I say for you or me.
Life couldn’t possibly, not even probably be,
Life couldn’t possibly better be.
Life couldn’t not better be on a medieval spree,
Knight’s full of chivalry, villains full of villainy,
You see as you suspect, maidens fair and silks bedecked,
Each pride a true fit for the umpteenth time we resurrect.
We did research, on authenticity was a must.
Zooks! Did we search
And what did we find ah choo, a lot of dust.
After the dust had cleared, half the cast, had a beard.
And I’m the one as you can see.
For whom the bells toll merrily.
We asked Shakespeare and Frances Bacon
Would they declare which one wrote this
and they both said get outta there.
Which brings us to the plot: A plot we got, quite a lot
As it unfolds you’ll see: What starts like a scary tale
ends like a fairy tale, and life couldn’t possibly better be.