Guitar strings six,
Wobble at my passing tips,
They resound with slips,
Hammer-ons and runs to fix,
A beautiful tune -
A melody that begets a smile.

Clak, clink, kungf,
And the chains are sprawled down,
Down on the ground,
Shattered and defeated,
Heavy and repeated,
-ly they're broken daily,
All for a wonderful streak,
BC to AD a billion million combo,
That's neat.
How amazing,
Is this chain shaking saviour,
Blood stained maker,
Beautiful creator,
And he will continue tomorrow.