I was hostile to the white man... At times we did not get enough to eat.
I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pita.
Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.
Feet, what do I need them for if I have wings to fly?
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
We must never be afraid to compromise for the greater good.
I was hostile to the white man... At times we did not get enough to eat.
I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pita.
Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.
Feet, what do I need them for if I have wings to fly?
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
We must never be afraid to compromise for the greater good.