And now, the end is near
And so we face the final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
Whether she’s gone is still uncertain
She lives a life that’s dull
But reads here each and every weekday
And more, much more than this
She did not get her way.
Regrets, she’ll have a few
But they’re not worthy of a mention
She should do what she has to do
And apologise without exception
She’d planned a chartered course
To become a millionaire but in a sly way
But more, much more than this
She will not get her way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure she knew
When we thought this time, this time she’s through
But every time when there was doubt
The sheep ate up what she spat out
They believed it all while we stood tall
And did it our way.
We’ve loved, we’ve laughed and cried
We’ve told our truths, our tales of losing
We’ve heard a different side
And argued back without accusing.
To think we did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, no, not us
We did it our way.
Influencers beware, mind what you have got
You think you can hide but you can not,
Stand by the things you truly feel
Respect your sheep and keep it real
The record shows, this forum grows,
Tattle’s not going away.
