Fabric, Fabric
An almost perfect fabric
Red and silky and pretty to behold.
With dots, so many dots,
White round dots, each fitting perfectly in her position
Just an almost perfect fabric
But what's that there? Is that a blot
Oh no, it's a square black dot!
And not even fitting in its little round spot
But worry not
We'll fix it up.
If we just hammer it into spot
That square, angular dot
Then all will be alright.
Why can't it just be round
Like all the other dots?
Fabric, fabric
An almost perfect fabric
That black dot that won't fit
Is all we need to fix.
But it won't go into its spot
That square, nasty dot.
We'll fix it later, folks
Let's fix the color first
Let's spray it white and pretty bright
So it would fit with all the rest
But lo, behold the color fades
It just won't toe the line
It's black and dark and square at that
And something must be done
Let's push it out,
And force it off,
To someplace it won't be seen
This blot of black and square at that
That wrecks our perfect fabric
Fabric, fabric
Society's a fabric
An almost perfect fabric
It would have been real perfect
If people weren't different
Let's purge them all away