The Bird in the Lake

 

The bird in the lake likes to stand on his head

Every book that I read, he’s already read

The higher I fly, the deeper he dives

And just when I get there, he’s already arrived

The bird in the lake – I don’t know his name

Pleasant enough, I’m thinking he’s tame

When I get to Heaven, I’ll play the harp

But the bird down below will swim with the carp