Arrange and re-arrange

Early in the morning, I first see the sun,
I say a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the little children live a long, long time
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some precious old words do seem to change,
'Cause that's what life is all about:
To arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange.

Oh-wee, oh-wye, to re-arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to re-arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange.

Early in the mornin' I'm a-carrying the sap
And I say a little prayer for the maple.
Like old Mama Quad, on the northwest slope,
I'll protect her 'long as I am able.
She gives me more sap year after year,
Than any single other tree,
So bring on the pancakes! Here's to Mama Quad!
May she live for another century.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
And rub my achin' old eyes.
Is that a voice from inside-a my head
Or does it come down from the skies?
"There's a time to laugh but there's a time to weep,
And a time to make a big change."
Wake-up-you-bum-the-time-has-come
To arrange and re-arrange and re-arrange.

Maybe the biggest change will come
When we don't have to change much at all.
When maniacs holler, "GROW, GROW, GROW!"
We can chose to stay small.
The key word may be "little."
We only have to change a little bit.
So eat a little food, drink a little drink
And only have to.