What are you about Say something secret In an old order hush Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm A homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush Devoted loyal Undertake the toil Beware of what come natural Undertake the spoil In a fist It was cruel And it came all too natural As a younger child A headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch Thresh a crop defiles In a fist full of sand It came natural in a fist Full of land