where are you going, little man
with your eyes so bright and blue
i am going to the city to seek my fortune
because the world is new
where are you going, fair maiden
with your eyes so soft and brown
i am running away from an ogre
because i did not like his frown
where are you going, old woman
with your legs and back so bent
i am running away from my children
to live in the desert in a tent
where are you going, prophet
with your beard of snowy white
i am going to the high road to spread the news
because the future is bright
where are you going, little girl
with your basket full of flowers
i am going to the castle to meet the prince
and while away romantic hours
where are you going, faithful dog
with your eyes so sad and big
i am running away from my master
because he beat me with a twig
where are you going, o philosopher
with your air of calm superiority
i am leaving the outer world behind
to find true interiority
i wish you all good fortune
as the clouds pass overhead
some people call me prester john
but i am only uncle fred
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