It’s Up to You

You might have been born a ladybug
You might have been born a cat
You might have been born an ear of corn or a bat
But you had luck of a special kind
You were born a being with a mind and a voice
And the power of choice

You can do yourself in if you like
You can dissolve your brain cells in gin if you like
And that delicate pair of lungs
You were born with to feed you your air

You can choke them on hot smoke instead
Until they turn blue and can no longer do
What they're meant to do
It's all up to you