Look, Dick, look.
See, Jane, see.
It is all in a book,
As words might be.

Here I am, a human man.
So what do I do now?
Try and act like a human,
Understand it somehow.

Bugs on the skin of the earth,
Swarming around our jobs,
Like an anthill in the dirt,
Amid shouts of joy, and sobs.

Born outside a star,
Out in the warm air,
Not knowing who we are,
Nor how, or why, or where.