I used to be an absent-minded fool

A porky cheeked boy with the smile of a mule 

This was way back in the olden days

When I'd be fooled in innocent ways

When I'd run through the sprinkler hose

and cook pies of grass, mud, and dirt

And play with my brother Jacob

in the overgrown culvert

But the fool kneeled at his window sill for he had a wish:

I wish to grow b i g g e r 

and no longer boyish

So now I'm a fool of another kind

The one who left his childhood behind 

The family of fools who can't see the sheep in the box 

Because of an obsession with the orthodox

The fool of facts and figures who swears by the pretense:

"I strictly deal with matters of consequence"

So hold me up high, prop me up on your golden pedestal

I'm a successful fool to many but don't think it accidental

When I take a step down and leave my venerable position

To climb on the counter for a cookie in the kitchen