GREENER PASTURE
Greener pasture, greener pasture From the West rumbling and rattling: Come, oh ravenous man! Honey and milk are found Around my fount Come, oh man of raven hair! For grass is greener in my pasture; Come, let’s dine and wine.
Thanks, you, honey bee For your proffered honey! Sweet your honey is But stingy as you sting Honey as you profess Like scrubbing and sweeping Washing and cleaning. Donkey and dodgy as the pasture is, With these bees in the pasture, Whether bullying or stinging
I’m a bird in a flight, I prefer flight to fighting; I prefer reading to weeding; Teaching to cheating; Owning to owing Learning to leaning; I prefer alms to arming; I prefer service to servitude. Ne’er leave the black pasture, To wander and loiter, in the lethal west pasture.
