Don’t Know Where He’s Going But Sees

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

I Opened My Eyes And Looked Up At The Rain, And It Dripped In My Head And Flowed Into My Brain, And All That I Hear As I Lie In My Bed Is The Slishity-slosh Of The Rain In My Head. I Step Very Softly, I Walk Very Slow, I Can't Do A Handstand-- I Might Overflow, So Pardon The Wild Crazy Thing I Just Said-- I'm Just Not The Same Since There's Rain In My Head.

Underneath My Outside Face There's A Face That None Can See. A Little Less Smiley, A Little Less Sure, But A Whole Lot More Like Me.

Alice She Drank From A Bottle Called Drink Me And She Grew So Tall, She Ate From A Plate Called Taste Me And Down She Shrank So Small. And So She Changed, While Other Folks Never Tried Nothin' At All.

I Asked The Zebra, Are You Black With White Stripes? Or White With Black Stripes? And The Zebra Asked Me, Are You Good With Bad Habits? Or Are You Bad With Good Habits? Are You Noisy With Quiet Times? Or Are You Quiet With Noisy Times? Are You Happy With Some Sad Days? Or Are You Sad With Some Happy Days? Are You Neat With Some Sloppy Ways? Or Are You Sloppy With Some Neat Ways? And On And On And On And On And On And On He Went. I’ll Never Ask A Zebra About Stripes...again.