Seen have I, a day,
Feared most,
Warned many, flee,
Fled the wise
Hoarded none,
I screamed, hoard high
Here was a cemetery,
Before they died.
Who is the mourner?
When they mourned none thyselves,
Take heed, those who step on these lands,
And listen you oh, worrywart,
A word of advise,
Crows swoop on hawks,
Sparrows do eagles’ talk,
Strange are the times!
