I'm hungry and tired but
i won't go home,
Got too many sisters,
Mom and dad's getting old,

How can i make it
on my own?

Or else drift in madness
where the world never turns,
And the fields make these noises
all night long—

I'd rather come up,
Find some honey to bone,
Take her around then
get another one,

Any challenge ours to meet,
Every treasure won;
Spending all my riches
on the eye of the sun—

Or else sell myself short to
bask in the mud.