Waking up suddenly,
Thought hazy,                                                            ­ Atmosphere cloudy,
Observation blunt!                                                           ­ The piper sounded the *****,                                                           ­Re-echoing my dreams.

The pipe, an ancient talk show,                                                            ­Handed down from generation to generation.  
A gift of our ancestors,        
To modern times!                                                           ­                                                                 ­     Now what is the echo?                                                            ­                                                                 ­     That times have changed,           
And changing on my feet!

With an atlas and telescopic view,           
Of my conduct,
My darling soul moved;                                                         And quicken my resolves.                                                       The piper is blowing,      
And my dreams are sounding,                                                     The quest clearer for the children!