the farmer drove his tractor where the soil had been tilled
planting corn in rank and file from the silo to the lumber mill. he rode along in silence as he looked out past the honeysuckle field
watched the water turn
turn the waterwheel. started thinking about his daughter with affection
her reaction of disdain the day he replaced the blue hydrangea with the climbing frame
while her disappointed sister looked on
quiet as the snow
knowing well that those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know. but she couldn't help but sing!
she couldn't help but sing!
oh
she couldn't help but sing!
she couldn't help but sing!
she tried and couldn't help but sing!
she couldn't help but sing!
oh
she couldn't help but sing!
she couldn't help but sing!
the tortoise in the wheelchair wrapped his forehead in a bandage
with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg so he'd get pushed around the sidewalk by the zookeeper's assistant
with the hummingbird observing from behind a yellow flower
and he flapped his tiny wings
they moved so fast you couldn't see them
with resentment for the tortoise
which was clear by his expression. but the tortoise turned and smiled with a peacefulness which proved that there's a movement in our stillness and however much we move we're bound to stand completely still. we stand completely still. we all stand completely still. we stand completely still. let's all stand completely still!