Is he just a Muppet...or...is he a Man?
has he got himself...a selfish, master plan?
The one...who tells us our so,
lost in our work...and maybe to never even know.
Whether he is...a Muppet or a Man,
is he even capable of producing such an evil, cunning plan?
The one who could let us all go,
the one...who`s boat we do so hardily row.
Your sweat for a muppet? ...or for a good Man?
your payment received...is to continue to be his biggest fan.
From the hand that makes you...and takes you so low,
to the one that gives...the few seeds your allowed to grow.
The muppet is the one... who is for the Man,
the evil Man, the one with the selfish plan.
And that`s the fellow Muppets...that I have become to know.
Millions of muppets, with only a few seeds given to sow.
and with them... in the masters boat..I row.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem