an interim report

we leave the barking dog back in the pound
each screaming child deserves devoted care
but daily we are losing so much ground

this is the factor that ought to astound
the wimp who wins when lions would not dare
we leave the barking dog back in the pound

no one would pay for the rocks that we found
a value's placed upon the light and air
but daily we are losing so much ground

you danced once when the happy king was crowned
but no one dances at the monthly fair
we leave the barking dog back in the pound

the price of wisdom must the fool confound
while not a single one has gold to spare
but daily we are losing so much ground

share in the pain and still you will be drowned
no hero's left to revel in the square
we leave the barking dog back in the pound
but daily we are losing so much ground