Okove - Skinflint

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