On top of your shoulders 1

On top of your shoulders,

Lives an empty head,

If there were a brain inside it,

That poor thing’d be dead.

I peeked in one morning,

Just checking around,

I clapped both my hands there…

Not even a sound.

I tossed in a question,

It echoed all day,

Came back with a postcard

That simply said “Hey.”

I looked for some knowledge,

I searched every shelf,

But all that I found there

Was dust by itself.

A hamster moved in once,

He packed up and fled,

Said, “Sorry, can’t run where

The wheel’s in your head.”

So here’s to your noggin,

So peaceful and wide,

Plenty of parking —

But nothing inside.

And if someday thinking

Comes knocking instead,

Don’t worry too much now…

Just offer a bed.