He had roast beef for his last meal His brothers went to market and to home He was cut off from his family Because he wanted to find freedom on his own He saw his big chance for an escape In helicopter rotating blades And said goodbye to the pigsty Quick as a guillotine he was gone
All his brother’s jealous hearts were broken ‘Cause something was afoot there in that shoe But they all stuck together ‘Cause there’s nothing they could do
He went from right there in the middle To smack dab in the center of attention He was picked up, he was cradled He was given his own freezer bag to live in And for the first time in his long life He felt the sunshine on every side So he set sail like a hangnail And waved back to the shore goodbye
His brothers always said it was so crowded Well maybe now they’d finally have some space But they were out of balance there without him in his place
So he came back from vacation Out of family obligation And rejoined with those four vandals For the sake of wearing sandals
Now we can’t say he did not try He gave up all his chances to be free But once you’ve felt that kind of sunshine You can’t go back to the way you used to be So when I look down and remember Something’s missing in the middle May it always be a symbol One day that will be me
Compositor: Andrew H Gullahorn (Andy Gullahorn) ECAD: Obra #22157116