The Scheme

Schemers always scheming And they're scheming all the time By the flicker of the campfire They scheme in dimly shine And they laugh and fantasize about the prize With the color's fresh and creamy They will snatch up on the rise Schemers wretched scheming Scheme on into the night Always formulating plans While tucked well out of sight And they laugh and carry on without the fear Of knowing the ramifications Of the walls with tiny ears Scheming always scheming And they're scheming all the time Weaselly little schemers They've got scamming on their minds Enamoring the masses is less than wise For the most successful schemers Tell the most colossal lies