WHEN THE WIND IS SLOW
AND THE FIRE'S HOT
AND THE VULTURE WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS
OH HOW PRETTY,
ALL THE SCENERY,
THIS IS NATURE'S SACRIFICE!
WHEN THE AIR BLOWS THROUGH
WITH A BRISK ATTANCK
AND THE REPTILE'S TAIL RIPPED ON IT'S BACK
WHEN THE SUN SETS,
WE WILL NOT FORGET
THE RED SUN OVER PARAFISE