Am I standing still whilst the world whizzes by
is the sky coming with me for the ride
do the birds as they pass, simply paint the clouds - alas
...are the raindrops simply tears from someones eye
does that sound like the truth - or sound like a lie
what does the branch that taps my window want to know
will I ever understand, this Magpie in my hand
and will the noise of passing trains ever die
How do I stop, a dripping tap, filling up my shoe
and where do bubbles go to when they burst
a frog hoping by, said they went into his eye
and I said that's a shame and just won't do
Does any of what you've read make the slightest bit of sense
If it does, then you're twice as mad as I
or perhaps it could be me,
and madness will be my plee
the magpie
said to say
in my defense - yes it did!
