The Farmer drove his tractor where the soil had been tilled,
planting Corn in rank and file from the silo to the lumber mill.
He rode along in silence as he looked out past the Honeysuckle field,
watched the water turn, turn the waterwheel.
Started thinking about his daughter with affection,
her reaction of disdain the day he replaced the blue
Hydrangea with the climbing frame, while her disappointed
Sister looked on, quiet as the snow, knowing well that those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know.
But she couldn't help but sing!
She couldn't help but sing!
Oh, she couldn't help but sing!
She couldn't help but sing!
She tried and couldn't help but sing!
She couldn't help but sing!
Oh, she couldn't help but sing!
She couldn't help but sing!

The Tortoise in the wheelchair wrapped his forehead in a bandage,
with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg
so he'd get pushed around the sidewalk by the
Zookeeper's assistant, with the Hummingbird observing from behind a yellow Flower,
and he flapped his tiny wings, they moved so fast you couldn't see them,
with resentment for the Tortoise, which was clear by his expression.
But the Tortoise turned and smiled with a Peacefulness which proved that there's a movement in our stillness and however much we move we're bound to stand completely still.
We stand completely still.
We all stand completely still.
We stand completely still.
Let's all stand completely still!
Let's stand completely still!
Let's all stand completely still!
Let's stand completely still!

come, Tortoise, standing still
go, Hummingbird, my will
come, Tortoise, stumbling blind
go, Hummingbird, my eyes
come Tortoise, empty hands
go, Hummingbird, my plan
come Tortoise undefined
go, Hummingbird, my mind
come, Tortoise, letting go g
Go, Hummingbird, ‘I know'
come, Tortoise, come and die –
go, Hummingbird, my I
oh... goodbye, I ! goodbye, I ! bye, bye, bye

By Thamyris Sampaio