1. OKOVE

If you think I'm mad
Let me be so glad
To prove to you my sanity
When I looked at the child
I could swear he smiled
Mocking my malady
He made me feel old
Deathly cold
Brought upon me gravity and now you wonder
Why I look younger
This is no fantasy

May the stars be my witness
I'm the greatest genius
When you heard the cry
Breaking through the night of sky
I carved an Okove from the joyous heart
Worshiping the work of art
Bestowed in youthful brilliance