He is not secure in this world
Anymore
And if he grips too tightly
He could very easily fall
But it's not a case of clinging
To his own little place
It is all that is outside
That he must take up arms against
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
He doesn't need to know
What I have done
He doesn't need to understand
The poor lost and little one
There is no need for him to reject
The manner of his birth
I will always be ahead of him
I will always get there first
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
Mary had a little lamb
His name was Bobby Shafto
Little Lamby went to sea
Adrift upon a raft-o
Bobby fell into the waves
They drowned the woolly fellow
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow