four of Jan and I think I can.
I might be sick and deluded,
I might be crazy and weird,
I might not be your normal one,
Cause sometimes I get quite feared.
Not strong enough as a soldier,
not smart enough to be Doc,
not kind enough for sainthood,
not fast enough to duck.
And when the herds a charging,
victims are a found,
hero’s are found right up front,
but its the lions feasting sound.
The little ones not fast enough,
the old and frail tail,
do you think the strong’s surrounding them,
or are their kin’s the one – hooray.