Words

Sometimes I muddle up my words You think that you have misheard But it’s more likely that not That I have just lost the plot

Especially when half sleeping Lots of mistakes can creep in I may swap letters around Which can make a funny sound

And I prob’ly should confess I say no when I mean yes But only some of the time Which may further undermine

Then there’s the Freudian slip As over my words I trip Revealing what’s on my mind Hopefully nothing unkind

So, as I hope you can see We should use words carefully Don’t allow them to corrupt But rather use to build up