In The Way You Look At Me

A nasty little mother turned me loose on the world,
And likewise my father who shoulda known better.
A magikal nectar they shared both together
The consequences of which were me!

I coulda crawled from under a rock
A wee bit bloody and covered with muck.
I was born with the 'third eye'
But the other two, missing
A mouth with which to eat
But probably not for kissing.

I was found dazed and crazed in the caves of Fingal
By a bevy of crones who danced in the buff.
Joined in a circle, they huffed and puffed
Magikal chants for me!

They taught me the ways
Of the rocks and the trees.
To talk with the wind
And listen to the breeze.
And I ride the lightning,
As much as I please!

You'd be mistaken if you thought I was gross.
I'm really quite sweet, I'm cute as a bug!
Take a number please, to give me a hug!
It's all in the way that you look at me!
In the way that you look at me!

copyright 2001 - Kwazi Mojo