Just because I can mow grass,
It don’t make me a gardener.
Just because I can share loads,
It don’t make me a partner.
Just because I can lay low,
It don’t make me a doormat.
Just because I can be slow,
It don’t make me a bore, that.
Just because I can throw stones,
It don’t make me a rebel.
Just because I can curse homes,
It don’t make me a devil.
Just because I can fly high,
It don’t make me Aer Lingus.
Just because I can think wide,
It don’t make me a genius.
Posted by Bog Rhymer 
