In the Eye of the Bee-holder

All the words that people sayin’;
all the places you can’t stay in;
all the plans that mice are layin’;
all the Ables; all the Cains;
all the thunder; all the rain
over mountain. Over plains.
Over you.

Al the subterranean slavin’.
Day out and day in.
All the prayers that people prayin’;
all the churches that they pray in;
all the stock; all the terrain.
Gone in Kansas – found in Main
without shoes.

All the Danish that predane
all the Spaniards there in Spain.
If you’d weigh ‘em, they’re a grain.
In Augusta; in Albane:
alright’n ‘n’ OK’n.
Just a small head. Gust of wind.
Set a sailin’