Here I sit at the top of the stepsnForever looking downnA galaxy laid out for menAnd not a single soundnI take my place above your facenYour vision to beholdnI'm graceful, hungry, strong, and youngnWhile you're getting very oldnI'm in Saint Bernard's Observation BoothnI'ts a pleasure to be of servicenTo an animal with a brandy kegnAnd a human without a purpose