歌词
He sees branches
Bearing blossoms
He sees baskets
Birds and possums
He sees oceans
Belching bossies
Someone's head is on a stick
Pecked by blue birds that are sick
Black bovine enemies eat
Fat friends that have become meat
Fowl fat free kernels of corn
Eat their own as they are born
The king's dream screams to be heard
But all I could say were these words:
A mad mouth feeds only on greed
Wise eyes see nothing but need