It’s not a thing, it’s alive It’s not a plant though it often crawls It can trumpet, yelp and bark Cackle, whine, chatter, bleat Throat and whistle or at least Fill the air with its ugly cries It struts about like a king Wriggles, turns, comes and goes Works all day, sleeps all night Always anxious, restless, tense It longs to be loved and cheered It shakes all over, doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die It shakes all over, doesn’t know why And when its end comes, it starts to cry It spreads around the sphere Feeding itself with life It can not understand It can not understand It shakes all over, doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die It shakes all over, doesn’t know why And when its end comes, it starts to cry When life takes it down a peg It feigns to be called chosen, crowned It shakes all over, doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die It shakes all over, doesn’t know why And when its end comes, it starts to cry Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die It struts about like a king When it doesn’t work it has to hide So prone to swindle those of its kind It longs to be Restive it will never learn All the things it can not discern So prone to swindle those of its kind It shakes all over, doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die And when its end comes, it starts to cry It shakes all over, doesn’t know why And when its end comes, it starts to cry Shakes all over, doesn’t know why Doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die It shakes all over, doesn’t know why It shakes all over, doesn’t know why Thinks it’s immortal, but has to die