I AM NOTHING
I am nothing but a merry King,
who sits high upon the mushroom thing,
and laughs as people suffer still,
and prays that I will never fill,
and weeps for my own sanity,
and sings for all eternity.
I am nothing but a silly mouse,
who sits down below the monkey house,
and laughs at all the passers by,
and prays that I will one day fly,
and weeps for my own sanity,
and sings for all eternity.
I am nothing but a preacher’s son,
who sits between what’s right and wrong,
and laughs at those who still believe,
and prays that I God will receive,
and weeps for my own sanity,
and sings for all eternity.
I am nothing but a slimy frog,
who sits way down here in the bog,
and laughs as people sink below,
and prays that I will never go,
and weeps for my own sanity,
and sings for all eternity.
I am nothing but a little child,
who sits alone out in the wild,
and laughs as monkeys fool around
and prays that I will soon be found
and weeps for my own sanity,
and sings for all eternity.
