Flummox, he said, use that in a poem
If anyone can, you can!
What a great word, I said
Of course, I can write a poem on that
“I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross”
Writes Bernie Taupin, seemingly flummoxed.
And if he is, what hope have I?
I wonder how many mammals are flummoxed
Are giraffes while reaching for those high leaves?
Or a tiger stalking a gazelle
And the gazelle flummoxes the mighty hunter, the tiger
Are mammals even aware of this feeling
Much less there is a word for it
I wish I could ask them
I wish a dolphin would tell me
Oh, just another thing to be flummoxed about!
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