THE MAN AT THE WHEEL
THE MAN AT THE WHEEEL
If ever I have a chance
To be at the wheel to dance and to display
Ever to sit closer to the steering
As to handle the steering, in fact
The message my days to favour
For their heads will clamour what I do with their talent
For I am theirs not my science
Whatever goods then I heard
Is an inscription on the rock
Which the water in the eggs that flows
Will surely reap at growth
Whatever role I play on the stage
Weather rich or power the rage on my behalf it will speak
Like a letter its reply awaits the peak .
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