Slain “Spell”s fling, now I’m wistful
after making up a fistful.
My Jay-japes delight the dust had to bite:
mockin’ shtik of this tune’s done—it’s banned

Gone away are the ruse words;
had to way too much choose words
that were kinda wrong for a song not long.
Mockin’ shtik of this tune’s done—it’s banned.

Where to head now that I’ve dumped the moan man?
Have to spend some time in parsin’ down
songs like “Love and Marriage” from that grown man
who was born not far from New York’s downtown.

Jay surge gone, but retire?
Nope! Time for “Light My Flyer”
’bout a joint that’s made
from paper displayed
wallside where to stick up posts is banned.

Where to head now that I’ve dumped the moan man?
Have to spend some time in circlin’ round
song “Along Comes Mary” from a stoned man
who wrote this tune of maryjane renown.

It was so very thrilling:
up so many bytes filling
way back in the day
when I sent up Jay.
Mockin’ shtik now this tune done—it’s banned