He wakes before they do,nMakes his way out to breakfast,nFinds himself a nice nook and lies in the shade,nThe trees are conversing but you have to be quiet,nIf you want to discern what they have to say.nnTa da danBirds and beasts are squawking,nWith tense and tired hands,nBut don't hold your hate against them,nThey're just doing the best that they can.nnHe takes out a small boat,nThe one just for Tuesdays,nAnd paddles himself out to the middle of the bay,nCollecting vibrations to spread over dry land,nWe're each here to work in our own special way.nnTa da danBirds and beasts are squawking,nWith tense and tired hands,nBut don't hold your hate against them,nThey're just doing the best that they can.nnHe waits for his sweet one to come home from the factory,nFor humans need humans if they are to be free,nAnd all he ever wanted was to get caffeinated,nsomewhere kinda Swedish where no one else could see.nnTa da danAnd Ronton is wearing feathers,nWhile Ferg is having tea,nAnd Snitch is writing postcards,nBe good now, Toby,nBe good now, Toby.