I Know Not Which Way I Go

The Master and his Crook

A darling crook

The master's hook

Smiled down upon the trees

That crook stood up

Drank from his cup

Saw lines within the leaves //

The hook came down

And swung around

So cut straight through the reeds

Our master shook

Gave the crook a look

To quote him: "I am free" //

Those reeds died down

And the leaves they frowned

The crook swayed from a pipe

Which the master smoked

A crook that hoped

One day he might feel alive []