Grab your buoys and your bells
Warm the warbler in her cell
Maybe not a hollow knell
Maybe not freedom as well

But hear her sing and sing along
Add a chorus to her song
Sweet as honey in the throng
What can sting can still be stung

Is this all in vain?
Do we only serve to entertain?

All day long we sit around
And watch the wicked take their crowns
Drink their wine and stumble down
While our ship goes down and down

All day long we ask ourselves
Should our arrows see the shelf?
Should we even be so bold
To tell a story that’s so old?

(Grab your buoys and your bells)
(Warm the warbler in her cell)

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