The petrified millipede
the petrified millipede
millipede, O millipede!
look at his tiny little feet
where do they take him?
don’t ask – he’ll freeze!
look at his tiny little feet
where do they take him?
don’t ask – he’ll freeze!
i have not a shoe,
i have not a soul
i’ll walk beside you where you go
just don’t ask me how that is so.
i have not a soul
i’ll walk beside you where you go
just don’t ask me how that is so.
question him and he will curl
into a little foetal whorl
it’s best to let his million little legs
chart his steady plodding course.
