Just Get It Done (aka Get What Done Exactly?)
The lemmings they are angry
You could see it on their face
As they rush headlong towards
The cliff edge at such a pace
They look forwards to the promise
Of their final destination
“Come on” they screech “let’s hurry on
To reach our termination”
By now they’re getting very tired
And just want to get it “over”
What “over” is they aren’t sure
But they guess “White Cliffs of Dover”
Then finally they see it
Their goal is now in sight
The only fear is they’ll be stopped
And miss the sheer delight
Of tumbling over each other
And having all the fun
Of hitting the ground running
As they squeal “let’s get it done!”