If I could be as good as you
I’d be called St. Francis
And live in a gutter too
I’d give all my charity,
To the city zoo
And, fall in love with you!
But I’m not as good
Or given to free-living as you!
So what am I supposed to do…?
When I’m a homing bird
Who needs a roost?
To protect my grain
Against; the rain…
So what am I supposed to do…?
Cause I’m still, in love with you
But you’re like a stone in my shoe
Because you’re too
Good to be alone.
Oh if I could be as good as you
I’d live like a Cheyenne Indian
And go save animal souls with you
I’d be called Swan
And sing a swansong with you
But I’m not as good
Or given to free-living as you!
So what am I supposed to do…?
But go back and live in that city zoo
Without you
Cause I’m not as good
As you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem