Everything in Its Own Right

Everything is perfect in its own right
From the birds morning call
To the crickets at night
From his missing tooth
To her premature grey hair
From the wombats scuttle
To the felines stare
So before passing judgement
On the gentleman in the suit
On the child blowing bubbles
Or the lady selling fruit
Before you pass judgement
On the people in sight
Remember that we are all perfect
In our own special right