Summon the words from the breast of courage
don't over feed the cat, he needs a little dust
the more he's fed, the more he wants
This is how the clever fools call it.

Curtail it, slice it, wound it, pack it away
climb the highest oak tree to see over the woods
you thought wrong, appetite is merely flattened not reduced
I end up conditioned, more wary round your electrified halo.