We were working in Cayuga. Standing by the river Grand.

An ostrich came by looking sad. Stuck her head there in the sand.

Then a swan came swooping in, and started digging for her stash.

Then a bum just woke me up and started asking me for cash.

I realized I dreaming, in the sweet air of Cayuga night.

Why we work these ungodly hours. Sick of saying that it’s not right.