Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket

Then your skin will start on fire

One bird in the hand, or two birds in the bush

Neither do you any good, when you're stuck in the quagmire



Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling he truth

Then you can be known as the universal cynic too



Benefit your fellow man with good deeds for the day

And you'll serve your life away

Pennies saved today are pennies still tomorrow

Strewn upon the desk, piled up in the paper weight



Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth

Then you'll be known as the universal cynic too

Wipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal vision

Turn another cheek and exalt in your decision

A bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you



Early to bed, and early to rise

Precludes you from seeing the most brilliant starry nights

Sticks and stones can break bones, words can't really hurt

Unless you carry guns, and are hungry for a fight



Challenging the standards, or questioning the established rules

Trying to understand how they can benefit you

Showing everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth

Just a bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you