"Ranchang-Panchang!"
The padding on the pudding has been toppled
The cladding on the gunwales has been crippled
The balding bullets have been chronicled
But the scalding gibbering has been ridiculed
To leave an old wary brain pickled and packed
Philosophies are exported packed in wax
The rules become malleable and made to relax
Change comes riding on the hinges of time
Wondering on the edge of a crime
"Ranchang-Panchang!"
A man stumbles on the barbing of reason
If he does ever commit a crime
The judge has been to kindergarten in time
To realize the offence is in defiance of reason
But this happens to be a balding season
The marabou storks lose all gray hairs musing
Drenching ideas make for some music
Notes of a kora on constant chime are risky
And some ideals are quite fishy
"Ranchang-Panchang!"
Lights that dim to lure limbs
It is the criminal cream that is skimmed
When the wary thief is skinned
Nothing lies under but bones with a tone
The times hum with a stupid drone
As eons of reason sip liquid time
It becomes clear and sublime that
Level heads are better with a crown
When the criminal crochet pins spin
To raging lust a dalasi is lost
And to vanity all man is prone
"Ranchang-Panchang!"