A whimsical world we live in, child
A whimsical world indeed
For out on the limb the wind will blow
And a whim of luck breaks free
Who would have thought that she would win
except for her circle of friends
Who would have thought that they would lose
Except for those who’d had eyes on him.
Judge not so quickly, nor harshly, too
There’s always a couple who saunter through,
And easy lives sometimes get rough
And sometimes hard lives ain’t so tough
When at the end, the final row
Makes even the strong ones want to bow.
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