A Mare For Kin

Each child needs time to stand To make his connection Riding on back to Medusa Making faces I gave to you. If you are eating your chips You are wasting trouble Remember counting is going backwards - Don't look at me like that. One for you - he has one. You two work it out. If you toast the Egyptians, You meet all powers. Our men are weary tired, I am the only doctor now. I must cut away the lungs, And place them in mind. As they will need air, I will bring juice They will not eat until they Show they have earned it. When these men realize I sell no insurance, No train stops for them. They become Conductor.