The Spider

Did you give all your songs to Anansi,

Did he come, dressed as a dog, and steal all of your stories away?

Did you make a Wish,

And bury some Bones?

Did you find yourself,

A child overgrown?

The child by the roots of the great tree is wise,

(Oh, yes she is very wise)

The small child by the roots, and her young friend too, Wana,

(The children are wise, father)

The trickster climbed the tree of life, my son,

The calabash now tied behind his back,

He reached the top, and then looked down,

And let all the Wisdom go,

(Drums)

The golden leaves and lush pink petals,

Pink and gold are beautiful,

The flowerers that grow,

They are alive,

(They are one, Baba)

And did you fly?