In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels sing
They preferred the voice of Moses, but its God's that I demand
What were they afraid of? I just don't understand
And so my time in decades fall, have I become so wise
A nest of gray rests on my chin for the crows beneath my eyes
Cleaning house the other day, I came upon it in a drawer
I opened it and read the law, but it did not make this sound before
And every time I shut my eyes I saw a little more
I begged it to be quiet now, just like things were before
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
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