Walls of the Universe

I once knew a parrot who lived out of town Who made a living learning about bird watching. He wore a hat suited for a blue parakeet with a Nest up on his head as he walked down the street. Polishing his marbles and petting a sheep he said:____ So with God on his shoulders and a branch for a Pipe and a yellow cockatiel that was mostly white. There were rainbows, tangled all up in his hair. He said: " Hey, I never brush and the chicks don't care. " And so, to the edge of space I go, but I stop halfway. The walls of the universe are so very, very high. The walls of the universe are so very, very high. The walls of the universe are so very, very high. And just like that, yea the flip of a switch, the birdie said, " Hey let's get out of this place. " My third eye sat pretty, so I gave it a bone. And we took a long walk out on the astral zone. He said: " You know the thin line between each scene? The crack you've been crossing from boring to obscene? Beyond the grey trees and the mental trapeze, Where the horses go -clip clop- out on the breeze, And the dissonance leaves with the flap of a wing, And watching the birds is how you make a living. And so, to the edge of space i go, but I stop halfway. The walls of the universe are so very, very, very high. The walls of the universe are so very, very, very high. The walls of the universe are so very, very, very thin. The walls of the universe are beginning where the end has been.