There is something to be had

To be a goer, it is glory-full

To approach an Abba

To climb and climb

An unnecessary strain

That scraping and clawing

So filled with shame

A pity for sure

For you have a new name

And one look into your soul

Would show an invigoration

So go, go on, So go, go on

Flying off the shelves

Adored by oh so many

Is this new story, old casing

Yet alive, alive and free and new

There is something to be had

To be a goer