he stands
towering over me beside my bed
losing his head
tells me
i must take him seriously
droning on the usual way
he's such a clever guy
and i wonder
should i laugh or cry
he's dressed
in the striped pyamas that i bought
trousers too short
gives me
on his small philosophy
carries on the way he does
and me i get so tired
and i wonder
should i laugh or cry
high and mighty, his banner flies
a fool's pride in his eyes
standing there on his toes
to grow in size
all i see is a big balloon
halfway up to the moon
he's wrapped up in the warm
and save cocoon
of an eternal lie
so should i laugh or cry
strange how
dangerously indifferent i have grown
cold as a stone
no more
pain as there was pain before
far away he rambles on
i feel my throat go dry
and i wonder
should i laugh or cry
high and mighty, his banner flies
a fool's pride in his eyes
standing there on his toes
to grow in size
all i see is a big balloon
halfway up to the moon
he's wrapped up in the warm
and save cocoon
of an eternal lie
so should i laugh or cry
