Golden goose

As I was lying in bed lamenting 
I realized my fortune was overdue 
And where my roots do lie  


I am a Cambridge college grad or something close 
Privately educated, in the seminars of the halls 
A green card for life, a citizen of Rome  


That means if mother hen, was to be named 
I came from the golden goose 
That laid me a golden egg 


I am a golden egg 
The rain tried washing off my sparkle 
And it would have worked into environs  


If it was that my colour code was painted on  
I am a golden egg, from the golden goose 
That means my sparkle runs deep 


Deeper than the rain can fade. 
Yet sometimes on the outside I fade 
And blend into an environment obscure  


Which tries to indoctrinate me 
Of where I belong, false from my roots 
For I blend into the state I find myself 


How are they, on observers lookout to know otherwise 
To challenge their misconception against  weathering 
Pushing on borders of  change, of situations enlisted now 


That I am a Harvard college grad or something close 
A golden egg from the golden goose , where my roots lie 
T' walks the halls of greatness t' laid me a golden egg 


A scratch came to discredit fade of economic weathered 
And suddenly I was with sparkle, like never before  
Underneath the fade, it had always been there with pride 


Yes I am an Oxford college grad or something close 
A golden egg from the golden goose 
That laid me a golden egg