I don’t think people know what happy means…
Cause they call it money and family and fame
and sunny days and rainbows
They call it clothes, cars, beauty and pride
stars and oceans, potions and wives
notions of size, all sorts of surroundings
Maybe this, likely that… it’s really quite confounding
Cause happiness is happiness
It’s not a plum or pear
It’s like saying I just need a nap
So you go and fight a bear
Certainly that would make you tired
You’ll slumber off so deep!
But now you’re dead and mauled. Oh dread!
Why didn’t you just sleep?