After seven days, he was
Quite tired, so God said
Let there be a day just for
Picnics, with wine and bread
He Gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine, and what with
God there, they asked him ques tions, like
Do you have to eat, or get your
hair cut in heaven
And if your eye got poked out in this life,
would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife
God shuffled his feet and glanced a round at them
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
So he said once there was a boy,
Who woke up with blue hair.
To him it was a joy, until he
ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friends would come to see
and would they laugh or had he got some strange disease
God shuffled his feet and glanced a round at them
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
The people sat waiting out on their
blankets in the garden.
But God said nothing. So someone
asked him, beg your pardon
I m not quite clear a bout what you just spoke
Was that a parable or a very subtle joke?
God shuffled his feet and glanced a round at them
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
