Make what you will of circumstance
Wallow in pride if you must
Keep a small goat and gnawing stoat
And own a Victorian bust
Be astonished by everything you see
And amble through the park
Say hello to a policeman
When you're walking in the dark
Ambush a wandering nomad
And lock him in a shed
Steal a frog from an old peat bog
Take it home and name it Fred
Draw a line in the sand because you just can
Watch the tide in the river recede
Take a boat out to sea for a minimal fee
And be fully enthralled by greed
If you have the time, stage a pantomime
And play the rear of a horse
Stick you head up the bum of bloke in front
And watch as he strays off course
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
And burn a hole in your pants
Say what you like, whilst your on your bike
And make what you will of circumstance
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