One year I ran and ran and ran In the east and the south and the north and the west And it’s only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no legs
So I picked up again and ran and ran
And everywhere I ran I did proclaim “I’m no cripple, I’m not lame No, I’m just looking for my legs I’m just looking for my legs”
Through Christendom and Araby And all through Higher Heathenry Up the shale and down the scree Wondering where those legs could be
And in the gallery so vast Ambassadors were breaking fast And when I asked they looked aghast “We’re all looking for our legs”
And in the balcony so high Men of avarice rushing by And when I asked they gave a sigh “We’re all looking for our legs”
And in the dining hall so long The shackled harper sang her song And the stone-eared feasters sang along They sang “we’re all looking for our legs”
So I picked up again and ran and ran
Then in a city in the north I came to the foot of the High-Low Stair Something gave a twinkle in my eye And there stood a Sage in the frosty air
And to this Sage I did proclaim “Look, I’m no cripple, I’m not lame No, I’m just looking for my legs Tell me, Brother, have you seen my legs?”
Then the Sage gave a wink (as a Sage should do) And just as he began to freeze He said these words, and I tell you true “Forget your legs and find your knees”
So I bent to the task and took to the air Up and down the High-Low Stair ‘Cross the chasm, ‘cross the Schism Like a moonbeam through a prism
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