it's gonna take a whole lotta us
to rhyme with hippopotamus
but spin us tight and long when we're halved
and you'll wind up with a whole giraffe
the shaman wasn't even tryin'
when he turned a fawn into a lion
and we in the tribe tremble at the well
hear a moan through the branches and flee like gazelle
while one bleating calf and one small child
look at each other and then run wild
teaching the elders who speak to the spirits
they should say nothing and the animals will hear it
then how different are we with our crowns absurd
who either hunt or hide in the herd?
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
