I dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign
Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine
I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky
Bowing down before my star -- and now I realize why
How do I know where you come from? You could be spies
Telling me that you are hungry -- that could be lies
How do I know who you are?
Why do you think I should help you? Would you help me?
Why on earth should I believe you? I've no guarantee
We are just eleven brothers, good men and true
Though we know we count for nothing when up next to you
Honesty's our middle name
Life is slowly ebbing from us, hope's almost gone
It's getting very hard to see us from sideways on
Joseph handed them sackloads of food
And they grovelled with base gratitude
Then, unseen, Joseph nipped out around the back
And planted a cup in young Benjamin's sack
When the brothers were ready to go
Joseph turned to them all with a terrible stare and said
No! No! No! No! No!
