Little Joe, run for the border. Leave your home. Leave your mother and father. Go where the reptiles roam. On the side of the border that is your home.
Now I would like friends if this evening. We should stand there with all other of God's. Creatures on the curbstone and watch this. March of time. Let us take our stand with them.
I'm entering without a sound. I'm entering on wings I've found. A million miles of covered ground. I'm entering, entering. Well, I'm entering. . Well, I'm entering without a sound.