It's okay to laugh at me
      I imagine I must look pretty funny
      Weaving everything I can find
      Into my cosmic nest

      I'm glad I give the others some mirth
      Watching my antics, my impeccability
      Endlessly building and cleaning
      Moving mountains for no apparent reason

                   Chopping wood and hauling water
                   All for the love of Jahweh's daughter
                   I am distilling a potent medicine
                   And strengthening the wheel of time

      It's okay to laugh at me
      For most of life we cannot see
      And most aren't where they want to be
      Yearning for what they cannot know

                   Weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving
                   I am happy knowing and believing
                   That I am participating in the creating
                   Of an excellent life for my descendants.