I Am a Stick - Baby Dee

In endless streams of play

You heal the wounds of my arising

With that softning touch of skin

Where I leave off and you begin

I AM A STICK

AND I AM HAPPY

Like the bird and like the bee

I always thought you wanted me

because I was a tree

But now I know

you wanted me

because I am

a stick!

It was nice in the dark

All covered up in bark

And I was sad

when they cut me from the tree

But once the cutting was done

They laid me out in the sun

How long am I?

I am a stick and I am happy

In endless streams of play

you heal the wounds of my arising

With that softning touch of skin

where I leave off and you begin

I am a stick and I am happy