Fire Garden

Seeing the garden rage with fire Oh! the might of her might scream Only the water from the rod of life can lower that pyre How a person would be able to smile as her rage becomes a pleasant beam The water brings the nutrients to her soil. No longer does it appear to be a scorched earth! Her humble breasts and legs decrease her tendency for her blood to boil. (decreascendo in tone) At least it gives the opportunity for a new life to come from her loins in a beautiful birth (rising sharply) After the rod has made its due, PLEASE kiss the peach It is the life of the rage and calm Oh! the ever-loved scent of the peach on the beach Let it feel our lips to a tasty balm Protect her like the bear!!! As she deserves your tender loving care!!!