If a bird had lost the sky,
He'd have no place to fly.
If a soldier could have peace,
He'd have no place to die.
If a drummer lost his drum,
Then there would be no beat.
If a child could have wings,
He'd have no use for feet.
If a cat fell on his back,
Not a foot has done no wrong.
If a singer lost his voice,
Then there would be no song.
If a watch had lost its tick,
Then there would be no time.
If a bass drum lost its rythem,
Then there would be no rhyme.
As perplexing as it is
In this mad and wacked out place,
If there was no confusion,
Then there'd be no human race.
