Sometimes, it's better not to speak
Than to be judged for your words.
Excuse me for not believing in fairies,
I was raised by this dirt
Up on this mountain,
A clear fountain
Tribes chanted of the heavens
Kings called out to themselves
Governments learned their lessons
Religion rules us all
Did I ever rant about my Lucky Bamboo plant?
Lucky, of course, because it needs no land.
The world is scant, although a sycophant,
And this beauty needs not a hand.