Walking in a garden green—
earth soft beneath my feet.
Is this garden wild or tame?
earth soft beneath my feet.
Is this garden wild or tame?
Everyone knows who bore the
blame—
'twas our beloved Mother Eve,
wandering in the Garden green.
'twas our beloved Mother Eve,
wandering in the Garden green.
How could Master Adam
refuse?—that dweeb—
not wild at all but tame
refuse?—that dweeb—
not wild at all but tame
as a mule—same
as that later Abraham creep,
who stabbed a wild lamb in a green
as that later Abraham creep,
who stabbed a wild lamb in a green
thicket. The blood ran clean,
but our human destiny skipped a beat
at the fatal choice of wild or tame.
Why should we bridle at a
name?but our human destiny skipped a beat
at the fatal choice of wild or tame.
The One at fault was clearly God.
Let us walk these meadows green.
The Wilderness shall not be tame!
