Dark clouds came into my world, last week.
And onto this land, my home, began to weep...

After many a year, far away he did near.
The home of his prodigal birth...

Up in the morning, before crack of dawn.
Limbering up on, next doors front lawn...

Be first in plans of a wiseman, though last in...
Don't take crook'd paths that stand before you...

Round, round, round it goes.
Where it ends, nobody knows...