I danced my way down
High knee, low foot
A satyr's frolic
Tingling feet, soft moss, fertile soil

One by one I  pecked the seeds from my pack
Into the soil I pressed them, one by one by one
Hopes, Dreams, Ambitions, Aspirations
One, by one, by one, by one,

I sprinkled the seeds with my lifeblood,
I recited my prayer to the earth,
I grinned wild and the sky smiled!
The Giants will know my work