Whose Hole is it Anyway

I found myself a hole in the wall Only I'd reach it, I’m six feet tall I imagine if I put my fingers right in The wisdom would surely enlighten... It could be the dragon with terrible maw I looked in the hole but nothing I saw I’m really afraid that I might get bitten By horse or by pig or furry black kitten What’s through the hole I might just guess A world without order maybe a mess Where the sky is green and the grass is yellow And guys are girls and girls called fellows And anybody knows that nobody cares The meaning of life is clean underwear If that’s what it’s like in this here found hole You can have it right back cuz I don’t want to know But I’m thinking this hole being six feet up Was not meant to be found by just a young pup So what should I do with this amazing new find Lock it away inside of my mind? I could share with the world the hole that I found A step latter they’d need to see off the ground All the people less smarter then me Who are shorter than I, who needs no ladder to see I could charge tickets to come see the show One dollar to see what could be in that hole But what if there is some fortune untold Left by a pirate having some gold He woulda been tall to reach up so high But what if I let some customer try And he pulled out a bright, solid gold shilling I’d say, “come back again” although unwilling I’d really like to say “gimme a cut of that loot You who were brave to go in and root” But I think I’d be scared of any brave soul Who could stick his hand in this here hole So I think I’ll just walk and whistle a tune And watch from afar for a sucker real soon I left here a ladder and I left here a note It reads “hey partner look what I have wrote” “Way up there high I measured six feet And found a strange hole (not in my seat) And my shirt is real clean I don’t want to mess So if you would just see what all of us guess What’s in that hole my reader, my friend? Whatever you find, now I must say "The End” Written June 29th, 2001 © on Jun 29 2001 02:43 PM PST   0 • 10