I’ve had a thought
To save the world
It entitles something rare
But then I thought
This could be quite risky
I’m small and I easily scare
But ‘NO’ I thought
I’ve the answer to all
Of how one makes things better
So I must stand tall
As the world needs help
So I’ll write my thoughts down in a letter
I addressed to the man
Of whom I should find
To help me on my quest
But I sent the letter
Three months ago
So perhaps he’s taking a rest
I’ll just try again
To save the world
As I’m sure I know what to do
But this time I’ll speak
To listening ears
And I’ll ask for some input too
So I wrote my plan
On the back of my hand
And made sure not to wash it away
But that night as I slept
It must have rubbed off
As my hand was clean the next day
That would be have been fine
If I knew what I’d thought
But the thought that I had was now gone
So all I can do
Is wait for that thought
To put right in the world what went wrong.
