Which boy do you notice? Which one do you see?
Which version is him is the him that is he?
Is it the boy who’s Proper?
The boy with the bow?
(The one that the polite folks are happy to know?)
Or is it the boy who is Nasty and Grimey?
With pockets of pebbles and fingers all slimy?
Is it the boy with the hair like a floor?
Or the boy with the mane that gets stuck in the door?
“Just look at his stance!” shouts a voice from the back.
“Is it the boy who slouches? His spine is a sack!”
“No! No!” says another,
“He’s sturdy and straight! “
“He’s the boy with the posture of someone quite great!”
Is it the boy who’s Obnoxious and loud?
The one who goes thumping and bumping through crowds?
is it the boy who is Hidden and Small?
The one who blends into the paint on the wall?
The crowd is all waiting! We’re itching to know!
Which boy is the one that is putting on shows?
Is it the boy who stays inside and hides?
Or the boy who plays rough with the mud-slicked outsides?
Is it the boy who lets salty tears drip?
Or the boy with the frown and the very stiff lip?
Perhaps… there’s no audience standing in lines.
Perhaps there are no such divisions or signs.
Perhaps it’s a dream that the boy had one night,
Of two different sides that he keeps out of sight.
For the Rough and the Refined,
the Bold and the Shy,
Are just two different pieces of one single guy.
He’s ashamed of the mess!
He’s ashamed of the neat!
But he wakes up as One from his head to his feet.
So it doesn’t much matter which boy you might see…
Because every boy that you look at… is He.
