Joseph´s Dreams

Joseph´s Dreams:

Narrators A:
Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers

Brothers and Narrators A:
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us of the
Dream's he often had

Joseph:
I dreamed that in the fields one day,
At corn collecting time
Your eleven sheaves of corn
All turned and bowed to mine

Joseph and Narrators A:
My sheaf was quite a sight to see
A golden sheaf and tall
Yours were green and second-rate
And really rather small

Brothers:
The dreams of our dear brother are
The decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves
Is just a load of corn

Brothers and Narrators A:
Not only is he tactless but
He's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and
There's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true
That is, we think they won't come true
That is, we hope they won't come true
What if he's right all along?

The dreams are more than crystal clear,
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph some day soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams
We brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about
The dreamer has to go