We have plumbed the lyrical depths
We have swum the sea of similes
We have climbed metaphor's mountain
We've mined the caves of creativity

We have tried to sum you up
Tried to squeeze in our tiny poetry
But our words they fall so short
All our eloquence and all our liturgy

It's a bit like lobbing snowballs at the moon
Futility and fancy words wrapped in a catchy tune
Like digging up a canyon with a spoon
I don't think we'll reach the end too soon
But perhaps it would be fun to try

Let's take some time now to reflect
To stop and think this thing through logically
How can we summarise the infinite
And still make sure the whole thing rhymes?