The Scheme
Schemers always scheming
And they're scheming all the time
By the flicker of the campfire
The scheming dimly shine

And they laugh and fantasize about the prize
With the color's fresh and creamy
They will snatch up on the rise

Schemers wretched scheming
Scheme on into the night
Always formulating plans
While tucked well out of sight

And they laugh and carry on without the fear
Of knowing the ramifications
Of the walls with tiny ears

Schemers always scheming
And they're scheming all the time
Weaselly little schemers
They've got scamming on their minds
Enamoring the masses is less than wise
For the most successful schemers
Tell the most colossal lies