Joseph's Dreams

Josephs coat annoyed his brothers
But what makes us mad
Are the things that Joseph tells us of the dreams he's often had
I dreamed that in the fields one day the corn gave me a sign
Your 11 sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine
My sheave was quite a sight to see
A golden sheave and tall
Yours were green and second rate
And really rather small
This is not the kind of thing we brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph and his dreams should disappear
I dreamed I saw 11 stars, the sun, the moon and sky
Bowing down before my star, it made me wonder why?
Could it mean that I was born for higher things than you?
A post in someones government
A ministry or two
The dreams of our dear brother are the decades biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves is just a load of bull
Not only is he tactless but he's also rather dim
For there's 11 of us and there's only 1 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 is he's right all along?
What if he's right all along?
The dreams are more than crystal clear
The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph someday 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 (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer (the dreamer)
The dreamer has to go