Sometimes pastiche just writes itself.
With apologies to Pink Floyd and to
an excellent song ...
You think that the Earth is so young, you're incredibly dumb.
Whine on, you crazy Hovind.
Now you've had such a surprise, from the IRS guys.
Whine on, you crazy Hovind.
You were caught by the tax laws, you didn't regard 'em;
shown up as real sleaze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you faker, you wannabe martyr, and whine!
You went shooting your mouth off too soon, you behaved like a loon.
Whine on, you crazy Hovind.
Threatened by folks who are right, and exposed to the light.
Whine on, you crazy Hovind.
Well you filled out your tax forms with lack of precision;
shown up as real sleaze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you prater, you griper, you sniveller, and whine!
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