The meadow awaited berries
The sea awaited weather
Let bygones rot
Time stands alone
Faithful is the water in the swamp
Lenten, as a sin at dawn
The broom hopped across the hummocks
Mists floated over the river
The soap drowned in the mud
My whole bath day was ruined

So we will play games
Hup-two, feet higher off the ground
The one who made it in time will die
The one who stayed behind — a dummy
Gotcha dummy, gotcha
Gotcha dummy, gotcha
Hup-two, three, four
Hup-two, three, four

The truest law tied the first
Chapter in a little knot
And pulled the ends til it snapped
Dig it – don’t dig it—I can’t get it