BIG-HEAD

All right, big-head?
Still full of it, are you?
Some things just don't change, do they?
Even if they should do.

Is it all going well, big-head?
Or have you a weight on your shoulders?
The weight being your inflated head,
The size of a great big boulder.

If your head gets any bigger,
Your neck will find it hard to carry.
You love yourself so much, no doubt,
Your own self you would marry.

But enough about you, big-head.
I'd rather talk about a twig on a tree.
But there's one last thing I'll say to you,
That thing is: modesty.

26 June 2002