Modelley all a model of clay
As all the other models of ash and hay
Lie dead this moment in a field
For screaming: "FIGHT FOR THE PHARISEES
OR I SAY IT'S HERESY....
DEAD I AM WITH DOOMEETILL."
LYING DEAD IN A COTTON MILL
AND NOW THE GRASSES
SCREAM AND SWAY
And say: "Hey the Queen has won
Her bet!
Every being at immortality leapt...
Sweet dignity is restored to Santa
And his sweet Robin men."
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