“What are the Odd’s?” It’s not fodder Don’t listen to the old tapes It’s time to scrape them out Once the [blue] spot is spotted Get out the broom before The loon’s set in To tell their opinion Spinning, Spinning to circle back To old tapes, new vibe If you let them “But what if they world was different?” “How do we set our imaginations to see?” Can we follow the bees To the hive where the secrets are kept? Have you slept through the lessons Of Science? The price of their lives Is ours and vice versa. Water the people so they will know. Fire, wind, rain, [drought] Time…