We walk hand in hand with d**h every day
We just never noticed him before
Pretending we had control, no such thing as
Chance.
But now we know
And that's not a bad thing
To see d**h in the mirror
Like a gentle reminder, stuck on the refrigerator.
Me, I tip my hat to him and try to stay out of his way
And each and every glorious day, I thank him for not
Intruding.