The Scheme

Schemers always scheming And they're scheming all the time By the flicker of the campfire the scheming dimly shine And they laugh and fantasize about the prize If the color's fresh and creamy they will snatch it from the rise Aw, 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 (Evil laugh) Scheming always scheming And they're scheming all the time Weasly little schemers they got scamming on their minds Enamoring the masses less than wise The most successful schemers tell the most collosal lies