Testo Cub

One afternoon on the train
There was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass
With his face and hands

Let's look for things to do
He said, "I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter"
"Or can you curl your tongue like this?" "I can."

Curiosity clings
It's a roof weather tight
For this only son
He's buried in himself while
The world goes up for sale

Sitting beside him
It's like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
And conquering grows futile

While the world's for sale
He's buried in himselfI would sooner believe this star
Not nearly 3 feet tall