Written by Bobbie Gentry

Penduli, pendulum
Swing around, beat the drum
In July, I’ll deny
The illusion

I’ll be gone, beat the drum
There I go, here I come
And goodbye means good try
No conclusion

Pedulum
Like perfect rhyme
Always in predicted time
Penduli
When will I learn
Departure means a sure return

Slice the pie, leave a crumb
What have I now become
When the lie is just some
Sad inducement

Stifled cry will become
Just a sigh, so hum-drum
When goodbye serves as my
One amusement