The Bird on her golden perch, strained her neck and bent her head To look around and down, You should never try to fly, her master said. The master had a little son, who opened the tiny chain
I am a wise man, a philosopher I am ! I don't care a damn for you, I give a fig for them. The world is full of fools , I'll prove beyond doubt Negation is the buzzword, positive is out. Why run after illusions !
I stopped suddenly at my journey's end A sudden pull , a sudden jerk I looked back with a heavy heart To the past that was coming dark; The happy days I spent, The love that I shared The things that made me laugh