This poem is about being alive, etc.

as we crumble and we grumble

and we dance along the way

and we mumble through the jumble

of our sloppy floppy days

we hear a rumble come-ble

but keep going come what may

 

you see 

 

as we stumble and we tumble

and we bark along the street

we flip and flop and fumble

as we trip across our feet

and as we gambol and we ramble

with the rascals that we meet

 

just like that;

pinstriped

well liked

bum spiked

 

humble

bumble

bee

 

whee!