Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo   There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo   We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies   From paradise.   But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.   Won't someone invite them   They're just taller children, that's all, after all.      Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo   So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo   Some people are marching together and some on their own   Quite alone.   Others are running, the smaller ones crawl   But some sit in silence, they're just older children   That's all, after all.      I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,   With my words   I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called   But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all.      Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo   Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo   After all, after all.