the fly

there was a fly

flew in my eye

while i was standing on my head.

got on down and walked around

and this is what he said...

"there's an awful lot of stuff up here!

it's hard to walk around.

it's hard to get real comfortable.

there's no where to sit down.

let's clean this whole place up a bit.

this rubbish has to go."

so he picked up some ideas , a few dramas and stories,

and he threw them out my nose.

then he stretched out a hammock between my ears

and made a big pillow out of my fears

and drank down a bottle of my best-aged tears,

then settled in for a nap.

and all this was fine

because the entire time

i started feeling lighter than light,

but when the fly left,

just make things alright

he put everything back again.

then that fly went and flew out of my eye

while i stayed up there on my head.

and ,oh, how i wish he'd come back again

'cause my mind feels as heavy as lead.

oh, how i wish he'd come back again

with that peaceful feeling instead.