I look up to dark skies br and wonder why I can't see through br To you I seem blue br I'm not another fly caught in glue br It's true sometimes I see br Sad thoughts that branch like a tree br In my rhyme scheme I may seem br To dream like Dr. Suess and Poe br What you don't know will go br on and show that I'm not at all that cold. br There is no raven rapping at my door br Nor are there green eggs and ham br Please understand sad thoughts are not all I am.