If I asked you for another sip
Would you let me have a single drip?
You smell of sunshine in the rain
I reek of vile and putrid things
Perhaps I'm rotten to the core
An' no saviour will come for me before
I lay in trenches wide and deep
Unto my eternal dream I go asleep
I beg you, think of my misdeeds not
'Twould be better if you forgot
Those times I laughed, those times I cried
You held me 'til my tears did subside
A broken toy, can it be fixed?
The effort great and what's the cost?
Should you pay it?
Or move to grounds far better than my barren land of desolation and doubt
What life is there to choose: the wizard or the goose?