If hanging by hooves from the branch of a tree,
is a good way to find your spiritual side.
Atop of the world for the whole world to see,
grants material gifts and one hell of a ride.
The world is your oyster, a great shiny pearl,
with ribbons and purple ink all in a whirl.
Around and around as fast as a top,
Fool, you're a winner, there's no need to stop.
So much more to see, so much more to do,
you love the world and the world loves you.
The world it is full of such juicy delight.
The future is dazzling, the future is bright.
Fool found herself on the edge of a cliff,
older and wiser, her upper lip stiff.
'Funny,' she thought, 'seems I'm back where I started.
a journey like this?
Not for the faint-hearted...'
