Lie.

Here is a lie
It's like a snake
That builds up like a sum.
Then comes back
When it's big enough
To bite you
On the bum.

From high up on the mountain

From high up on the mountain
I walked across the land,
And swam across the lakes and seas
Out to the desert sand.
And there I met an old man,
As old as old can be,
Who leaned upon a walking stick
And said this thing to me...

"What was it that you wanted
Do tell me I implore,
Was it a bar of chocolate,
Was it an albacore?
What was it that you wanted,
Please tell me right away,
Was it some peace and quiet,
Or was it yesterday?"

As I rode on the river
And I rode on the stream
I saw the world pass by me
As if it was a dream
And there I met a woman
As old as old can be
Who leaned upon a walking stick
And said this thing to me...

"What was it that you wanted
Do tell me when you can,
Was it a thing that's lovable
Was it to be a man?
What was it that you wanted,
Please tell me it's alright,
Was it a long and happy life
Or just to start a fight?"

From high up on a mountain,
There rolled a tiny brook,
That ended in a fountain,
On the back page of a book.
And there I met a messenger
Ten thousand years too old
Who said that I should listen to
The story that he told...

"Well once there was a traveller
Who climbed a mountain high
Because he thought that he could reach
The middle of the sky.
But there he met and old man
As old as old can be,
Who whispered on a walking stick
"What do you want from me?"