In days of old, in time forgot
lived a man, whose name was Lot
This man they say, would smile and jeer
and clap and bounce, and laugh with cheer.
A welcome sight, for all to see
this man named Lot, with lasting glee.
Soon time passed, bonds were sown
friendship seeded, love had grown
All knew of Lot, his happiness
of his warm praise, eternal bliss.
But one day he, that poor old Lot
walked alone, and heard a shot
Scarlet billowed, out of his head
a tragic thing, for Lot was dead.
Children cried, and ladies wept
Big men grew pale, while Lot just slept.
And time went on, as it does
none think of Lot, or who he was
Yet his deeds, though now so old
Sing of passion, and love untold.
So live like he, that poor old Lot
Though he lived, in days forgot
Sing and bounce, and laugh and play
smile and cheer, and seize the day.