Today I woke on a bed of straw
And looked out through a stable door
My breakfast strewn about the floor
Iron shoes nailed to my toes
Hair and rugs instead of clothes
I can sleep while standing up
Water's the only ale I sup
And never from a glass or cup
I take my bath in a pool of dust
And work an hour to earn a crust
My ears are large, my sight is blurred
My tongue is huge but I can't speak a word
But I know how to get my way
Deeds and motions are my say
Money? What use is that to me
Except to eat or mop up pee?
I have little I can call mine
Just my heart, my brain, my spine
Between my legs I have no balls
But confidence permeates my all
Would I exchange my life for yours?
Never
Whoever
Could want for more?
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