Stay, yes,
I gotta stop this song scourge!
Cease, cease, cease, cease, cease what is prompting this song urge?

It is now quittin’ time.
Get it outta your mind.
Cerebral cache you gotta clear…
end of this rhyme.

And make your way
far away from this song surge.
With a clean cache
Seasons will be stilled.
Till refill.

It’s time to go out and find
another tune—many from which to mine.

Stake
a claim for some other lyrical song-merge.
and to some other song stray—
there’s plenty others to slay.
Maybe “Up, Up and Away,”
or take a shot at “Maggie May,”
an option’s “Dock of the Bay,”
Could attempt “Blue Turns to Gray”….