The long man can not follow me I’ve led him off the path. He’s busy guiding fools To humbly wear a mask He’s using all his tools Formulating tasks But the long man can not follow me I don’t rely on “facts”.
The long man’s lost my scent again He had it for a while. His tapestry had tempted me So I marked it at the mile He piped a tune I found quite nice As I listened in the meadow But the long man lost my scent again When he picked up on my fellow.
The long man is a busy guy He’s got a lot of cattle. He laughs a lot and scoffs a lot At all the mindless prattle He’s busy sorting fools in groups It is a constant battle So the long man’s lost my scent again He’ll wait for sheep to tattle Yes, the long man’s lost my scent again But he hears the faintest rattle.
