Over me, do you want to rule?
I am sure you must be a fool.

I live in home of wood, leaves.
I eat food that nature gives.
I wear dress from dead skin;
I sleep on bed of grass green.

I don’t need roads and cars;
I don’t need home and bars;
I don’t need scope and hope;
I don’t need stack, wardrobe.
I don’t need planes, air fare;
I am happy with my free air.

My light is the moon and sun;
I have my legs on them I run;
I use hands till I wish to work;
No labels like clerk and perk.

Now say:

Over me, do you want to rule?
I am sure you must be a fool.