There was once a small cog who turnd round by day.
He did without pressure nor greese.
I asked the small cog "Why you do such round things?"
He just smild and he turnd with such ease.
He turnd and he ...
As a whole, things aren't looking very bright,
Remove my rear, and something's just not right,
Remove my front, and you'll be at death's door, so crummy,
Remove my middle, and you might find me quite ...
I'm the essence of every living being
But humans seem to not understand
Even though others are always fleeing
They keep using for their demand
Soon I will just watch from above
How evil and innocent ...
I come in every shape and every form
In society I'm nothing special I'm the norm
Without me there would be no control
They would die, the things filled with petrol
If a being placed me a specific way
My start, to begin with, isn't hers. Moving on,
It sounds like the sound of the name of a con.
And as for my ending? Well, it's quite the tale.
Those who hear it are certainly floored, without fail....