I listened to a bird that told me all

He seemed to make no sense as I recall

I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds

Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds.

The claws that tear, the fangs that bite

The placid pond, the bird in flight

The lion stalking 'round his kill

The flowers purpose on the hill.

I looked out at the trees that gently swayed

They didn't need to know how they were made

I wondered if the world kept something hid

Denied to me, for something that I did.

The claws that tear, the fangs that bite

The placid pond, the bird in flight

The lion stalking 'round his kill

The flowers purpose on the hill.

I listened to a bird that told me all

He seemed to make no sense as I recall

So far I haven't heard a songbird sing

A single verse that told me anything.

The claws that tear, the fangs that bite

The placid pond, the bird in flight

The lion stalking 'round his kill

The flowers purpose on the hill.