I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.
                           Yes I would.
If I could,
                           I surely would.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
                           Yes I would.
If I could,
                           I surely would.

(Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man grows older every day
It gives the world
Its saddest sound,
Its saddest sound.)

I'd rather be a forest than a street.
                           Yes I would.
If I could,
                           I surely would.

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
                           Yes I would.
If I could,
                           I surely would.

Paul Simon
© Carmen Ezgeta