I went to a pharmacy lab, and released the rats, and the monkeys too,
I did not make it too far,
Ended up in a cop car,
My mean judge, had a chaos grudge; I got 20 years, now my crimes, I rue.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.