The seed of an ideer,
I'm hoping if I just leave it up there,
It will come out all clear,
Just spew out of my brain a finished thing,
'Cause I've been laboring,
Even if my consciousness don't know it,
Like that Lee don't know Jones' plans, oo wee!
What else do you think the brain is doing,
While you're muddling about,
Using hardly any of its power,
Like your kids when you're out,
It is plotting,
You better know its plans,
And get it started on some useful ones,
Or live like a pair of arms with no hands.