Metaphor

I'm building a bridge I'm building it long From language Into image It's a metaphor There's the yellowest lion In the greenest of glades He's an eyesore He's a great big bore He's a metaphor But what for What for What's he a metaphor for for for for for What for What for What's he so meta for? Let's get that old lion Across my new bridge But he stands there He don't even care To come my way Such a beautiful lion Such a beautiful mane I caress him With these words I made So he'll come my way But what for What for What's he a metaphor for for for for for What for What for What's he so meta for? He's coming now running to me But he's got such razor sharp teeth The bridge creaks and quakes Under all of his weight I try to get out of the way But it seems it's already too late I brace myself But he just dissipates Turned to smoke Just like me That's what happened to me But tell me, what does it mean? What does it mean Oh what for What for What's it a metaphor for for for for for What for What for What's it to me?