Wooden Wand
Blood
Little snow, little barrioLittle Paul, little MurielLittle gnome, little Toad of (?)Little nose, little smilin' mouthI'm goin downI'm goin downI heard the sermon on the moundThey want your guardians to bowThey want your blood, and they want it nowIt'll go like it always goesWind'll blow like it always blowsIt'll snow as it often snowsGrass'll grow as it needs to growIt'll all go downIt'll all go downI know what hidin's all aboutAnd what your parents disallowedThey want your blood, and they want it now
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