I rose up in the world,’Ooray!
rose very high, for me.
An earl once asked me down to stay
and a duchess once came to tea.
I didn’t stay very long with the earl
and the duchess has done with me.
But still, I rose quite high in the world,
don’t you think? - or don’t you agree?
But now I am slithering down again
down the trunk of the slippery tree;
I find I’d rather get back to earth,
where I belong, you see.
Up there I didn’t like it,
chattering, though not with glee,
the whole of the time, and nothing
mattering - at least, not to me.
God, let me get down to earth again
away from the upper ten
million - for there’s millions of’em
up there - but not any men.