Every sheepfold, every flock,Chose a ram and a bellwether.They sent them off to Tirana,And hung a bell on every neck.
They told them: “Ring your bells,For the pasture and the grass.So they find out in Europe,What kind of laws we can pass.”
But the billy goats, calves, and rams,Put on beards and horns on their heads,And the bells, those woolly-necks,Rang them for their own ends.
At a village café, Where water flows beneath a plane tree. The fox climbs onto a plank, But her eye catches something. People gathered like a choir, Are watching television. On the screen…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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