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| These are thoughts that folks have pondered Since the ooze got feet and wandered: Does God have a God to confess to? A Holier-than-Holy to say 'bless you'? Twenty-three feathers on a fish! Says the Cradle to the Dish And the Candle makes a wish. A wind as brisk as glue Blows the carillons askew. A Monkey builds a zoo. And a Dwarf that weighs a ton Wings a snowball at the sun. The truth is lies are true. Crimson blood is blue. Christian! Muslim! Jew! Says the Wolf beneath the wool Milking tits beneath the bull Which the Monkey gives a pull. And the Dwarf that weighs a ton Hawks a loogie at the sun. These are thoughts that prey on people as they kneel beneath the steeple-- Does God have a God for a hero? An Invincible, divisible by zero? The Fates play bait and switch Sings the Candle out of pitch The bitch is in the ditch. Every dreidel runs aground In the conscious dream and drowns In the grave and spins around. Says the Dwarf that weighs a ton: Moon the Man but not the Son; Sing the song that can't be sung; Do the thing that can't be done; It's easy... All You Need Is Love, I, Me, Mine and You, Help! and Love Me Do. Let the Cradle rock the blues! Let the Monkeys play kazoos! Let the carillons ring true! These are thoughts I thought I thought Perhaps more than I thought I ought--- But if my God has a God to appeal to, She will be the One that I will kneel to. Feathers on a fish! Shouts the Cradle to the Dish, And the Candle throws the switch. The snowball melts the sun. The Dwarf goes on the run. The Monkey skips-a-loo. Now dance as you know who Flings feathers at the zoo. |
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