There are certain dangers
quite below the ones you see
point them out and show them to me
if they're not there then it must be me
Fly high touch the sky
do it once more and I'll tell you why
things are not the same from where I'm standing
come and take a look
Stomp your hands and clap your feet
smile at those you vaguely meet
whilst stooping to adjust your feet
you fall down in the same old way
take off your hat we'll promptly seat you
pull out your hair and aggravate you
trouble is we can't escape you
sorry things must be this way