Fred Knipe


In the Wild
words & music by Fredric O. Knipe

Let's say a certain man is judged for being lazy
Which makes him feel sad and fatigued
But in the wild that kind of thing doesn't happen
People use no judgment in the born free wild

Let's say this man builds his home in the flood plain
And is scolded when it floats away
But in the wild there is no such thing as foresight
People gladly build again after every rainy day

In the wild, in the wild wild
Where the lifestyle is pure acceptability
Except for the likelihood you will be eaten
But all is hunkydory til that one day it isn't
Then suddenly it is
Because it's wild

Let's say the man emits a noise that's in poor taste
We make him feel rude and ashamed
But that sound would announce that a wild man felt better
Taste does not occur to the joyful in the wild

And when a man takes the last drumstick for himself
He's referred to as a selfish baby man
But is a baby not just one who's not yet left the wild
Grabbing every soft and tasty thing he can?

In the wild, in the wild wild
Where the lifestyle is pure acceptability
Except for the likelihood you will be eaten
But all is hunkydory til that one day it isn't
Then suddenly it is
Because it's wild