The Pandys Are Coming

There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme
In a time that wasn't a time
There was a place that wasn't a place
There was a race that wasn't a raceBut I lived in a city no one knew
Thousands of people, indecisions
Chained in by sorrow everyone
Started to wonder how it all begunWaiting for leaders to lead them to pens
Queues went for miles and millions to come
Fall of because, write us a few
Friend kept complaining and joined the queueStill was a place that wasn't a place
Still was a race that wasn't a race
Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here
Such a thought, a simple idea