Laying On Your Zeets
I hear the sound of the birds flying
I hear the sound of babies crying
I hear the sound of the fishies swimming
I hear the sound of the dogs barking
and all the while, while I’m laying here
I know how much you love me dear
I hear the secrets that you keep when I’m laying on your zeets
I hear the whales swimming in the ocean
I hear the magicians with their potions
I hear the children with their notions
I hear the people and their devotions
I hear the sun as it’s growing the trees
I hear the moon commanding the seas
I hear the honey as it’s made by the bees
I hear the whistle of the blow of the breeze