Where the light filters in On the window sill A cactus in a bowl Slowly grows Each morning when I wake I don't notice it get tall But in pictures from 2 months back It looks small Spiny little guy You don't envy other cacti You don't rush to bloom I should try to be more like you, oh It looks out from the glass To a garden of green green grass Nothing outside there has spikes It doesn't mind It has a little drink A water splash which beads Onto its prickly flesh That's all it needs Spiny little guy You don't envy other cacti You don't rush to bloom I wish I were more like you Ah