Bats Aren't Birds

Another rat trap snaps in perfect unison

Another wide-eyed body on the pile

There's a way to patch the hole they scurry in

I just haven't had time

Gather up your whims and things you wish against

And Shoot them straight into the sun

Burn your pleasure centres out on liquorice

Have you never had fun?

A prune's not a poor man's plum

Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm

Your mind and your thoughts aren't one

And bats aren't birds

There are eight ways to solve every prob-e-lem

And maybe one or two are good

There are five that look much more appealing than

Than the one you should

Do is not the same as done

Pride's just well-tempered ego

Luck's not an oft beat drum

And acts aren't words

A prune's not a poor man's plum

Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm

Your mind and your thoughts aren't one

And bats aren't birds

Your big toe is just a well hid thumb

And talent equals highly beamed obsession

The earth's but a cosmos crumb

Or maybe

I'm just a ploughman's son

Too ill equipped for philosogy

I find that my feelings run

When i've maxed out words

A prune's not a poor man's plum

Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm

Your mind and your thoughts aren't one... two three four

And bats aren't birds