Honoured guest, do you come to me
to seek a life beyond the tree?
Your hairy hands and fingered feet
are not enough to carry thee?
You wish to have a bigger brain,
to build a shelter from the rain?
You wish for words and languages,
to tell your tales in passages?
I must tell thee, it is a strain,
to wish to have a bigger brain!
You may have stress and arguments,
philosophy won’t make much sense!
And yet you’ll try to bandy words.
You’ll learn of love and many hurts!
This tree you leave may be cut down
to make for you a bigger town.
This land you love to look upon?
It must be plowed until it’s gone!
It will be work, dear honoured guest,
But I shall grant your great request:
Now stand and walk upon two legs!
Go make your walls and fly your flags.