Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
And this strange tree could not agree,
That if this tree could ever see,
A stranger tree it sure would be.
You have no right to call me insane, you
Can watch what I do, you can have your own
Opinions, but you have no right to judge
Me. I have stood here long enough to know
Hello, you, who looks like me,
Will you tell me what you see?
Answer, please, my spoken plea,
I wish to see my mind’s debris.
O’ wicked witch, a secret death,
Your local gypsy legend reeks,
Curse us all in rotten breath,
The light of the world coming down.