Barnyard Story

Chicken in the farmyard

There's an oven in your bin

You're growing old with sorrow

You're growing fat with sinI was living in a graveyard

I was hanging from the wall

I was living in the desert

I was trying not to fallOnce I stood upon Olympus

Then the heavens opened wide

I beheld that flaming chariot

And I saw the sacred brideNow and then my life seems truer

Now and then my thought seems pure

All in all, my thoughts are fewer

Maybe death will be my cure