It was time to act justly against mother and fatherless And to guard themselves in every way, and to be religious So they sat down with haste, in glasses and on stilts And sucked so heavily and neatly, of the world's wretched billows It was built for poor men, who used to get fat bellies And weighed justly in the storehouse, for almost fourteen days It slept on Alma's neck, in constant surprise Until someone came one day, and said Now it's been hidden for a month Then it rose up, and cried out A bright bear and lunder We sat down in socks and wool For old churches and foundations A hare jumps over a meadow, and the sun over the meadow But bring hastily, stale rain, back the old wave So it lived again, fast and fast, and bubbles and shops And poor meat and crêpes galas, all over the country In happy friends' mouth, all sat down The boys sat down, and laughed in full swing And pressed their noses, as they ran Then it said, we're fat blossoms, and made cigars With doors and comets, with whistles and guitars We sit there, we sit now, and it's not so crazy That comet comes three times in the quarter One is here, one is there, and the crown lurks worse It cheers for the day that is, and relies on our Lord © transcript Emily Beynon