by Shel Silverstein 


Standing on my elbow

With my finger in my ear,

Biting on a dandelion,

And humming kind of queer

While I watched a yellow caterpillar

Creeping up my wrist,

I leaned on a tree

And I said to me,

"Why am I doing this?"

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