I once wanted to do a thing quite hard
But at every turn my way was barred
Those who knew said “Pigs can’t fly”
All I could think was “Why, why, why?”
If I can but spread my heart and mind
Can I run free like proud deer or hind?
If I let the wild spirit in me freely roar
Can I rise and like the mighty eagle soar?
Or am I stuck fast upon the ground
Like the piglet: short, fat and round?
But then I realized on that fine day
that it matters not what others say
if I should want to reach for the sky
I’ve but to spread my wings: SO BYE…
Doin’ Stuff stuff