My honey
likes to hurry
To pass around busy as a bee
It keeps away his worry
He's bringing silver home to me
And me, I
like beauty
So put a lace from A to B To search on the beach
And find something up on a hill And place it on the window sill
The reefer's wrapped the crops in silk And put it on a cargo ship
They open up another tin with baked beans For dinner,
breakfast,
and for lunch
To the artist,
sell their love songs To baby diapers,
jeans,
and cars
And deep down in the garbage I found a golden cookie jar
We live in a concrete shoebox With our goods to hold on to
A tip of town seaweed,
wonder medicine Every morning a tablespoon
Every morning a tablespoon
Every morning a tablespoon
Honey,
every morning a tablespoon