Paroles de The Unborn Byron

Byron as an embryo Behold the unborn byron grow His budding brain grows ears and eyes Soon he swells to twice his size He drinks in with his mother's blood A subtle, philosophic food Distilled from that good woman's sense A strong poetic influence She calls him and he answers back From the amniotic sac "Spread the word, tomorrow morn A future poet shall be born From my mother I shall fall Into the womb that holds us all My life shall be a meteor Which generations shall adore For my unbuttoned liberty The unborn will remember me"