I don't know what Confucius say
Aristotle games that you play
Worms that wiggle become butterflies
see the world through, a young child's eyes.
The bear of little brains is who I turn to
when I'm confused.
Wonder why with widened eyes we wind up without refuge.
The bear of little brains is who I turn to when I'm confused.
Realizing that we all have been in love and bused by now.
Philosophy, psychology, telepathy
it's all Greek to me.
Books on shelves are writtten well to
label selves for when I become me.
Fortune cookie memories and daily horoscopes.
Tragedies that start with ants and end with higher hopes.
Socrates, Pythagorus and Kant don't hold the keys,
to the doors that open for the fools like you and me.
Close your eyes and become five,
Then see the world through trusting little eyes.
Everything is new and improved, enchanted world,
no more grown-up lies.
Christopher and Rabbit, Kanga and her Roo,
all learned what they took with them from a bear named Pooh.
The wise old Owl and Eeore could learn a thing or two from the bear
of little brain, I think that I can too...can't you?