In an ideal world, Utopia is the capital and Thomas More the king
People would be happy and not want for a thing

There would be no wars, pestilence, or disease
There would be no homeless on the streets to freeze

Babies would smile and never cry
Your parents would grow old but never die

The bright yellow sun would shine every day
Pushing the dark stormy clouds far away

There would be no governments, corruption, or sin
Every day they would hold a lottery and every day you would win

No racism, bigots, fascists, or commies
On Sunday everyone would call their mommies

An ideal world is perfect for every man, woman, and child
In an ideal world the populace…beguiled