I forgotten how often we saw Magritte   He's been much on my mind these days   Often we saw Magritte   Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty   In a web of glass   Pinned to the edges of vision      There's a car-horn in the street outside   And a museum with its windows open   Often we saw Magritte   Running with the legends of conspicuous men   And how often we forgot Magritte   How we remembered him then   And worshipped at his feet   Pinned to the edges of vision      Somebody's coming that hates us   Better watch the art   Upstairs there's a canvas stretched   For umbrellas and bowler hats   Everybody knows Rene did that   Often we saw Magritte   Pinned to the edges of vision   Often we saw Magritte   We all know Rene did that   Often we saw Magritte