The time is going streaking by
It seems twas just last year
Around this time in April month
That two decades was near
And now as I approach the day
There something that I see
Which could get me in trouble soon
My newly turned id
Aside from that, the handguns call
Or maybe just a Zyn
For Tucker Carlson told my friend
That Zyn is not a sin
But realistically I fear
That I have got a test
Which will control most of my day
And take away my rest