Some Kind of FunThe quiet one, the one named StevenListens to the voice of reasonThey miss him at the kitchenWhere he?s given daily breadAnother one, the one named HarryVegetable or visionarySaid he had a dream with StevenFlying overheadHe watched him until he lost him in the sunHe must be having some kind of funA thousand miles, a world awayA woman starts another dayShe drinks her mud and draws a tubAnd waits for it to fillA box arrives with nothing in itSetting off her head a spinItg oes round and round and roundUntil it all begins to spillBefore she knows another day is doneShe must be having some kind of funAnd she says, ?Don?t pray for me.?
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