Look Dick look
See Jane see
It is all in a book
Where 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
With shouts of joys and sobs

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