I don’t write well when I’m tired, and ’m tired all the time
So instead when the magic comes I write it down in this rhyme

It doesn’t have much meaning – correct me if I’m wrong -
But I guess it makes a lot of sense if you don’t think too long

And while I’m not as worthy – don’t have your rhythmic prowess -
I hope my childish rhyme schemes allow one foolish guess

My guess is that you’re happy with the simple A and B
And that you crave a simple life, but that’s a guess, you see.