Some Kind Of Fun

The quiet one, the one named

Steven Listens to the voice of reason

They miss him at the kitchen

Where he’s given daily bread

Another one, the one named

Harry Vegetable or visionary

Said he had a dream with

Steven Flying overhead

He watched him until he lost him in the sun

He must be having some kind of fun

A thousand miles, a world away

A woman starts another day

She drinks her mud and draws a tub

And waits for it to fill

A box arrives with nothing in it

Setting off her head a spin

It goes round and round and round

Until it all begins to spill

Before she knows another day is done

She must be having some kind of fun

And she says, “

Don’t pray for me.”