All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true, I was made for you
Do you want to know why I am alive today? I will tell you. Early on, during the food-shortage, Some of use were miraculously presented Each with a goose that laid a golden egg. Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it. Alas, many and many of the other recipients Died of gold-dust poisoning.