Hall, how you are full of ceiling!
It goes where the flooring is
Land prepares for giant flooding
and drinks the palms of oases

Hold the things before they will fly
Today's swirl isn't mute
Get tied down with endlessly high
torment to your inside root

To your cisterns of claims that die
being pecked through liver's shell
by fierce eagle which would **** dry
the water, drinks, pail as well.