This is a lab where ideas misbehave,
where logic tap‑dances and theories go brave,
where stories get opened like clocks on a table
to see which gears turn and which ones are fable.
If you want the short version, here’s the refrain:
I take things apart so they make sense again.
Pop goes the thought when the rhyme gets caught✦Pop goes the thought when the rhyme gets caught✦Pop goes the thought when the rhyme gets caught✦
Color explodes where the lines get hot✦Color explodes where the lines get hot✦Color explodes where the lines get hot✦Color explodes where the lines get hot✦
Fun gets sharp in a tiny plot✦Fun gets sharp in a tiny plot ✦ Fun gets sharp in a tiny plot✦Fun gets sharp in a tiny plot ✦ Fun gets sharp in a tiny plot✦