Wisława Szymborska - No End of Fun lyrics

So he's got to have happiness, he's got to have truth, too, he's got to have eternity did you ever! He has only just learned to tell dreams from waking; only just realized that he is he; only just whittled with his hand né fin a flint, a rocket ship; easily drowned in the ocean's teaspoon, not even funny enough to tickle the void; sees only with his eyes; hears only with his ears; his speech's personal best is the conditional; he uses his reason to pick holes in reason. In short, he's next to no one, but his head's full of freedom, omniscience, and the Being beyond his foolish meat— did you ever! For he does apparently exist. He genuinely came to be beneath one of the more parochial stars. He's lively and quite active in his fashion. His capacity for wonder is well advanced for a crystal's deviant descendant. And considering his difficult childhood spent kowtowing to the herd's needs, he's already quite an individual indeed— did you ever! Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink! One wonders what will become of him, since he does in fact seem to be. And as far as being goes, he really tries quite hard. Quite hard indeed—one must admit. With that ring in his nose, with that toga, that sweater. He's no end of fun, for all you say. Poor little beggar. A human, if ever we saw one.