Empty Empty Empty Full Full Full o'er the land, peasant and gentry The woman push and the plow pull

Empty empty empty

Full full full

O’er the land, peasant and gentry

The woman push and the plow pull

Old old old

Young young young

Losers and winners both are bold

birds loud and quiet both fly with fun

Hot Hot Hot

Cold Cold Cold

Cross the t’s and bend the ought

Clothes and paper destined to fold

Telling me my fortune

Reading my palms

Gleaning dinner’s burnt bits

From the bottom of the pan

Defending each other

To the rhythm of the ceiling fan

Noisy noisy noisy

Calm calm calm

Pushing fingers in each other’s ears

Humming along to the radio

Taking one two three many steps

In the darkness of the patio

Birds chirping in December

The rain falling and clearing embers