Behold, that dreamer is coming . . . let us kill him
. . . and we will see what will become of his dreams.
Poor, poor Joseph
walking into brothers’ den
even angels against him
Poor, poor Joseph
Pit bound, Egypt bound
his coat, wrong kind of cachet
Sing it with me – poor, poor Joseph
Eleven of twelve brothers
want his blood
Poor, poor Joseph
dreams deferred
father about to get
the worst news
Poor, poor Joseph
We’ve read ahead
going to get worse
before it gets better
Poor, poor Joseph
What’cha gonna do?
What’cha gonna do?
Dream on, dreamer
dream on…