Like a stranger in is gloom, reveals the blood from his knuckles,
And the runnel filled of sludge, covers the sides of its bucket,

The maggot carnival maps out the lines of the fox
With its skeleton unhooked it creaks like an antique grandfather's clock.

Whistling Old Mother Goose, with lintels bare like Mother Hubbard,
Kept quite neatly to herself to hide away her brimming cupboards,

And a risky little boy disobeys his father's orders,
To take a chancy feral ride on the feet of its horses.

For every penny that you throw there is a wish to be on order,
But when it comes you'll never know, since coincidences are difficult to uncover,

Each speck of light from the every bird that takes in flight,
Holds the wings with its might, crossing rivers in the night.

For every marten that touts its prize,
A fledgling mother has tearful eyes,

But to a supper full of crickets,
Isn't half as good as gizzards,

A great supplement you'll know is the faith you uncover,
To the God's that heaven sews, will keep you warmer than any other.

While a plane is in flight you must never pipe or smoke,
Each passenger aboard knows, that every instrument has a fragile note.

So if it's ignorance you hold, please find a different mother and father,
Because in our home you'll know, we strictly keep to order.

But one mistake isn't so bad, as a string of bad behavior,
And it shouldn't be so hard to believe, when you see the bruises on our neighbors.