The cross-garters and the crossing guards all line up like little ducks in a row led by Mother Goose and all of her k-k-k-kinmanship and the ink well the pit of blood in which the soul can create In the Beginning there was only God but doesn't he get lonely in the cloud Mac-Mac-Macintosh worm in the apple is worth two in the bush but who's counting the sheep in the pasteurized milk Louis Pasteur screwed us righty tighty lefty loosey goosey Mother Goose and all of her k-k-k-kinmanship and the ink well the pit of blood in which the Beginning there was only God but who gets lonely when there are so many ducks around.