turning, turning,
the earth is churning
wobbling, bobbling
on its merry way
if you knew a
superman to set it on its axis
the ills of
humankind, a disturbing prophylaxis
more’s the pity as
we see the birdies in the pie
scaring maids,
unsettling kings, everything awry
now hear ye well, my
dearest friend,
for slightly sure
are we
there comes the
beginning of the end
now you wait and
see.
what’s to be done is
in the crib
though he hasn’t got
a name
a saviour drooling
on his bib
surely not the same
what’s to be done?
don’t hold your breath
lift up the Holy
Word
sing praises loudly,
love all get
believe your sight
is blurred
love is the answer,
this much is sure
put your hatred
behind you, it will inure
if any survive the
wrath of the Mother
it will be out of
love for each sister and brother
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