The Cycle On the mountain top
sat the angels eye
she cried out loud
to the heavens above
but she could not make it right
Down in the land below
starved of the children
with the work
their tears kept falling
their aches kept showing
and all the parents watched
Save for Billy the goat
strapped to the water at the sea
his eyes unglued
his face of gold
and he looked at the children inside
Inland rolled the King
flavored by puddings of his past
his hand extent
his love reclenched
and he folded up his lies with the sky
And God above just sang
a song of joyful glee
in the night
his heart was flexed
his head revamped
and swiped the King from the land |