My life, such a tragic beginning
When Krypton was blasted to bits
My father sent me off in a rocket ship,
My whole race then perished in the blitz
I was rescued in a wheat field in Kansas
By Martha and Jonathan Kent
They adopted me as their only child
And taught me what rightfulness meant
By age three I’d discovered my powers
I could toss a cow up in the air
The Kents were completely astonished
Though my strength also made them beware
They trained me to hide my abilities
Masquerading as a plain Kansas youth
My destiny, they explained, was to aid humankind
As the guardian of justice and truth
In adulthood I lead two disparate lives
I’m Clark Kent for most of the day
Earnest reporter at the Daily Planet
I seek facts and sniff out foul play
“Clark Kent”, as you know, is simply a front
He’s the human I claim that I am
Mild-mannered, gentle, ungainly
Convincing even though Clark’s a sham
My real self earthlings call Superman
I switch to my costume in a crisis
As the Man of Steel, I fight doers of evil
The murderers, the crooks, and now Isis
I can lift up a trolley with just one hand
Race faster than a speeding train
Machine gun bullets bounce off of my chest
Children think I’m a bird or a plane
To keep my identity secret
There’s no one to whom I get close
As Clark, I lead a most lonely life
My true self I never disclose
I constantly worry they’ll see through Clark Kent
My disguise, just a blue suit and glasses
Superman and Clark are identical twins
Just one slip, I’d be known to the masses
As Superman, I’m still more lonesome than Clark
I fight every battle on my own
I have no peers and no intimates
Disaster and violence are all that I’ve known
I do have a soft spot for Lois Lane
I’m enamored of her spirit and beauty
But I never show Lois my feelings
Love’s sadly not part of my duty
That’s the whole of my life, dear Dr. Freud
All the burdens of a dual personality
Both of my selves are estranged from the world
My sole wish — just one speck of normality
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