And the feathers from the heavens fell on the heathens,

And the heathens’ heads opened up with holes,

And the holes held a line from tip to toe,

And the toes pushed and pressed into the wet soil,

And the soil was wet with gunk,

And the gunk was what we smeared on our chests,

And the chests cried red and yellow and blue,

And the blue saw into me and you.