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| Feathers These are thoughts that folks have pondered Since the ooze got up and wandered: Does our God have a God for confessing? A Holier-than-Holy that gives blessings? 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 your 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 stream 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 had a God to appeal to, She would be the One that I would 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; And the Monkey skips-a-loo. Now dance as you know who Flings feathers at the zoo. |
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