Fountain of red heads,
floating in the dark river.
Heading up, watching sky,
waiting for the elixir,

But God had other plans,
He wanted them to pant a little,
because he knew, they waste
So he counted and dropped belittle.

Red heads forgot to save
and greedily drank it all,
And waited the whole day,
Till some havoc befall
  
Red heads didn’t make it,
they swarmed the door of heaven
But God had other plans
He drowned their sins and abandoned.