You made one a day 'Til there was nothing below. You found new ways of doing old things, But they would not complain. I made one some time ago And cried knowing there was so much above. I found old ways of doing new things, But they would not complain. You built a fortress protecting a peg, You conquered fire and lightning to light a cigar, You toiled and sweated 'til the wicker was singed, And crafted a folly worth full weight in gold. I built a trinket holding a life, I dabbled with flint wishing bright sparks would fly, I toiled and sweated 'til the candle was gone, And crafted a forest lost behind trees. Does it matter blood is blue, But the gentian red? Let's have them argue 'Til the bone dries and decays. I once was like you And maybe you just like me. Good luck with the stones, lay them all well, But I will not care your kingdom to see!