Line of Seth … born for death … now I rest … ankle bone … jawbone … tailbone … femur, fibula, tibia, patella, after ten years in the dirt, ain’t much left of a fella … Eye sockets … hip bone … fingernails, skull … That once listened to the sounds of old Jethro Tull … eyeballs, heart, and guts were long gone, But I won’t need them when I reach my “long home” …
“ I’ll buy you six Bay Mares to put in a stable … Six golden apples bought with my pay … I am the piper who calls the sweet tune … But I must be gone on the seventh day…come on I’m THE WHISTLER… I have a fife and I’ve come to play …Jethro Tull …Ian Anderson …
