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A long time ago, one night I had a dream Which made me believe the world Was not quite what it seems A spectre appeared to me With wings of pale white And I can still remember What it said to me that night It said: Ignorance is wickedness And wickedness is bad And always feel grateful For the little things you had And always call your mother But never call your dad And don’t forget That one man’s pet Is one man’s slave And one man’s brother Then it floated away With nothing more to say And I’ll never forget All the things that it said With a flap of feathery wings And a wink from all three eyes It left me to think of these things And fluttered into the sky It said: Heaven is a library But ignorance is bliss And always feel open To the comfort of death’s kiss And friends will never leave you If you keep them in a box And when you climb the mountain Never watch for falling rocks Then it slithered away With nothing more to say And I’ll never forget All the things that it said With a flap of leathery wings And a wave of a slimy claw It left me to think of these things And dragged itself through the door |
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