The Grapevine

        Of who we and all they are
	You all now know.  But you know
	After they began to find us out we grew
	Before they died thinking us the causes
	 
        Of their acts.  Now we’ll not know
	The truth of some still at the piano, though
	They often date from us, causing
	These changes we think we are.  We don’t care
	 
        Though, so tall up there
	In young air.  But things get darker as we move
	To ask them: Whom must we get to know
	To die, so you live and we know?