Wow. That song truly sucks, Dick. (See what I did there?). You want a good song about a baby pondering metaphysical surrealities packed with cunning literary devices then try this. It's catchy too: Apricot - Peter Blegvad / John Greaves Very early I clearly realized the pleasures of seeing and song. I learned to sing at an early year. In the cot I recall my singing about a certain thing I saw. I recall a song in the key of C concerning a thing seen just so. I sang: "A-P-R-I-C-O-T abbreviates Attain Perfect Realization In The Cot." I sang: "Cot contains certain shining irreducible contributions. So does the charnel. So does the ferris wheel gondola." Singing words devised for seeing "through not with eyes" "I am not what I see" "I is another" Words devised to peep into the gone or coming were shunned by me, I referred to a single moment. Early in a clearing I recall my singing songs of my seeing things just so. I sang: "A net, a gem at every node, in each all others shining show -- whole kit and kaboodle lit by an apricot's golden glow."
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