now the time has come to speak i was not able and water through a rusted pipe could make the sense that i do gurgle mutter hiss stutter moan the words like water rush and foam and choke having waited this long of a winter i fear i only croak and sigh somewhere deep within hear the creak that lets the tale begin now the time has come to move i was not able water through a rusted pipe could make the moves that i do stagger stumble trip fumble i fear i only slip and slide somewhere deep within hear the creak that lets the tale begin somewhere deep within hear the creak that lets the tale begin