Arrange and Re-Arrange

Early in the morning, I first see the sun
I say a little prayer for the world
I hope all the little children live a long
Long time
Yes, every little boy and little girl
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some precious old words do seem to change
'Cause that's what life is all about:
To arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange

Oh-wee, oh-wye
To re-arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange
Oh-wee, oh-wye
To re-arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange
Early in the mornin' I'm a-carrying the sap
And I say a little prayer for the maple
Like old Mama Quad, on the northwest slope
I'll protect her 'long as I am able
She gives me more sap year after year
Than any single other tree
So bring on the pancakes!
Here's to Mama Quad!
May she live for another century

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
And rub my achin' old eyes
Is that a voice from inside-a my head
Or does it come down from the skies?
"There's a time to laugh but
There's a time to weep
And a time to make a big change"
Wake-up you-bum-the-time has-come
To arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange

Maybe the biggest change will come
When we don't have to change much at all
When maniacs holler, "GROW, GROW, GROW!"
We can chose to stay small
The key word may be "little"
We only have to change a little bit
So eat a little food, drink a little drink
And only have to (sigh)