I bended back and forth,
I looked around everywhere,
I stood single in the middle of the floor
Where a choice was given from a dead end land...
Some had chosen their roses;
Some were waiting for their cats;
Some were sleeping in a tree house;
Some only starred at my hat.
With that I hid all my hitches
For I lost the red sheep I had;
Yet my lips were restraint,
As none was there to see my share.