Brownsville 5th Grade

Look at this stuff,

Isn’t it cheap?

Wouldn’t you think my collection’s incomplete?

Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl

The girl who has nothing?

Look at this trove

Garbage untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here you’d think

Sure, she’s got absolutely nothing

I’ve got no gadgets and gizmos, nadda

No whozits and whatzits at’all

You want thingabobs?

I’ve gone none.

But who cares?

No big deal.

I want nothing, why would I wanna?

 

I don’t wanna be where the people are.

I’d hate to see them dancing, dancing like fools.

Walk around on those—what do you call ‘em?

Oh—Feet.

 

Flippin your fins, you get further

Legs are required for jumping, dancing

Strolling along down a—what’s that called again?

Street.

 

Up where they walk, up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the clouds

Wanderin’ free—I’d hate to be

Part of that world.

 

What could I take if I could live out of these waters?

Would I pay to spend a day in the dry, smelly sand?

Bet’cha on land they don’t understand

But they reprimand their daughters

Pale old women, sick of swimming

Ready to croak on land.

 

And unwilling to know what the people know

Ask ‘em my questions and be denied answers

What’s a fire and why does it —what’s the word

Burn?

 

Don’t want my turn.

Would hate, hate to explore that world up above

Out of the sea

Wouldn’t wanna be

Part of that world.