Percy, the dock man's boy   With pen and paper in your employ   Percy, I'm plenty smart   But I need help to get your art      So you tell me the beauty's in the meaning of the words   And it may be my hearing's slightly blurry   Your vernacular's no accident   You strove to find the perfect bent   But not all good's borne of intent      Percy, the dock man's boy   With pen and paper in your employ   Percy, your deep quatrains   Do not suffice to entertain      But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives   And that I'll see your purpose realized   When they hear...   The lines you've set to do-re-mi   The public will declare, "That sounds like me!"      Unanimously three cheers for Percy   Promoting better living through empathy      Percy, the dock man's boy   With pen and paper in your employ   Percy, I still prefer   A phoneme's ring to a poignant word