I was dancing, I was browsing
I was merely wasting time
What should I do, what should I do

I came across this pergament
I did not recognize
What did I see, what did I see

Handwriting seemed strangely familiar
The title was CONRAD SIEVER
There was music, there were letters
Young man’s heart and soul

I picked up my spade and sharpened my spear
Made music grow like grass
Dear estate of Edgar Lee Masters
Please don’t sue my…