There is a place called Frumpyland, where truth and common sense are banned;
Where reason has gone obsolete, and every thought's a one-way street.
It's like a topsy-turvy town, where down is up and up is down.
It's filled with manic shrieks and screams and righteous, idiotic schemes.
If you should live in Frumpyland, you can't be wrong; you cannot stand
To hear a thought that's not your own; your ego is that overblown.
Such fear of others, thought and word, makes clear the meaning of absurd.
One wonders how the sane can stand this psychedelic Frumpyland!
