Up Two Trees

Being different is okay

Up Two Trees

The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
Always knew the way
But as for me I was up two trees
Was it night or was it day?

Behind my back, they would often quack
Of something silly I had done
But up a tree, I could better see
That this world needs everyone

One day things changed; got rearranged
And my friends were unemployed
They cried and sobbed about their loss
They should have seen Sigmund Freud

I could have laughed and called them daft
For being so self assured
But they had young, which wasn't fun
And none had fully matured

It must have been in a dream
That I had when up a tree
But as from today it's a new hurray
As my friends are working for me