Weather cock blowing whenever winds blow,
Going where some one else wants you to go,
I would not like always to have to do so.
Perhaps it is fine to live up very high,
And swing around often and look at the sky,
But I think, after all, I would rather be I.
I'd rather be I and live down here below,
And wait when I like, and when I like go,
But you must go always the way the winds blow.
