do tell   how is   the little pilgrims progress   does he endeavour to perservere   close mantled to knives and kisses   just like   when you were here   what little he had   from him it was taken   for in the small things he could not be trusted   arrowhead   arrowhead   run motor city rusted   nailed to the floor by an old time gaze      who is who was who is to come   given to other lips   spoken on other tounges   where are you and where have you been   hold fast hold fast   till he come again      would it do   would it do any good   to be able to remember   the white of the page   the black of the ink   thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink   you talk this way   as you go walkin   weavin your way through the straw   it comes so slow   and leaves so quick   under grace   we strike the striken law