The Hum

The hum is the sound In the sound, in the sound Hum Jennifer and Wayne would often times complain, Viewing a house where a factory remained, The singular reason they pulled out of the sale. It would never pass in pursuit of middle class To wake up to that din, It really wouldn't do, How could they retire when the poor Refused to, when the poor refused to? Clever Mrs B, she cared for herself, Preferring poppies to cigarettes I'd say. Found the poison nectar, draped in nicotine Equivalent of dose to 60 fags a day. Should we side with pest, or let human do its best? Eradicate with ease, a hundred million years The hum is the people is the sound Of the people in the sound Are the people in the sound Of the people is the Hum, is the buzzing is the sound Of the buzzing of the bees, Is the humming of the Sound of the buzzing is the Hum To wake up to that din, It really wouldn't do, How could they retire when the poor Refused to, when the poor refused to? The hum is a factory, is a mine, Is a playground, is a hive is a garden Is a school is a village is a choir is a forest is a town is A person is a group is a heart is a mind is a voice is the hum.