There's a real beauty in the sky
And it's not the Mighty Sun...

For Life's drippy water faucet
The World is a drag...

My words are my slam dunks
They get the waving started...

In that World's most righteous magazine
Is the greatest wonder ever seen...

I beat to the music
Of my own drum...

It's all we've been given
From The Maker up above...

Rainbows with their chosen hues
Light up the skies like a lit fuse...

Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...

It's the little things that money can't buy
That the hands of time can't unwind...

If I was a flower
A flower was me...

No golden tassels or silver bells
Interlaced with scarlet ribbons...

Sometimes I hoot and holler
And beat upon my chest...