Please take me away from the Madding crowd
The place with all those voices so loud
Nothing there promotes a happy life
All its roads are grief and strife
The Madding crowd is a vicious sort
They will keep you captive in their port
Their crowd is loud and frantic
Shrouded in an image of romantic
Guard your feet. If you follow, you will be deceived
The path is treacherous. You’ll end up grieved
Stay far from the Madding crowd
Don’t become their gothic shroud
A place where irrational thoughts prevail
Beckoning you to follow its trail
Keep your feet firmly planted on your way
To the Madding crowd, never stray
