Why don’t I grow a thicker skin,
Is it possible?
I’ll wrap myself in cling film,
And brown paper as well.**********
I’ll go down to the Post Office,
All tied up with green string.
I’ll post myself to heaven
Where I’ll hear the angels sing.*******
Do you know which street it’s in?
Or is this heaven here?
I’ll be happy when I hear the choir.
And feel the joyful atmosphere.
I wish I had an extra layer
Of rubbery,pliant skin.
But there’s little use complaining
About the state I’m in.
I go by sea,I go by land.
The Lord God He made me.
But I wonder as I look up high,
Why I am not a tree!
For trees do not have nerve endings,
Under a thin skin.
They dig their roots into the soil,
where slugs and worms have been.
Their roots may be in Hades,
but they have crowns above.
And one fact that I know for sure
Trees don’t fall in love.
Make me like a little child
With eyes of wondering joy.
Let me see your tygers
Fill me up with awe