Out On a Limb

Hitch-hiking on the road of yellow bricks I took a chance upon a passing whim It ferried me where thins grow out from thickes Turns out, I found myself out on a limb Imagine, on a limb and at my age How could I get my feet back on the ground My first instinct was fly into a rage A brainstorm came, then all my anger drowned Yet this was not my first time on a limb Fact is, I've shinnied down more than a few These days, instead of taking it so grim I've learned to sit and just enjoy the view If you're caught on a limb by some mistake The bright side is, the damned thing didn't break by Daniel Turner