Nature in Three Movements

Couldn’t be left alone
He picked up a pen, drew a line across his throat
Couldn’t be left alone
He picked up the hammer and nail, tied his feet to the ground
Then the telephone came alonging
The front door started calling
Can’t be weighted down
Now
He took it as a sign of weakness
He couldn’t put the hammer down
He wore one right between his eyes
He couldn’t be lft alone, and took it as a sign of weakness when the baroque
tune came upon
Oh, the telephone came alonging
The front door started calling
He couldn’t put the hammer down
Can’t be weighted down
Now