St. Francis

St. Francis fumbled in the dark

Up the stairs and down the hall

And in his midst the crows moved slow

Whizzing by like thunderbolts



And I cried go



With flint in teeth and fire and hand

He fought a fleet of angry men

Who boast of birds they stole from

St. Francis tamed those witless thieves



And I cried go



St. Francis learned th wolves lived in

Towns with wives and with children

His eyes grew blind from this awful truth

The real wolves wore pants and shoes



The crows know that your wavering

The crows know that your waiting

To escape



St. Francis says says says



GO