Grab your buoys and your bells Warm the warbler in her cell Maybe not a hollow knell Maybe not freedom as well But hear her sing and sing along Add a chorus to her song Sweet as honey in the throng What can sting can still be stung Is this all in vain? Do we only serve to entertain? All day long we sit around And watch the wicked take their crowns Drink their wine and stumble down While our ship goes down and down All day long we ask ourselves Should our arrows see the shelf? Should we even be so bold To tell a story that's so old?