Sunday, January 23, 2011

Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds

A distortion of a children's classic.
I recommend checking out the original, unblemished nursery-rhyme lyrics first (on the bottom of this page ).  Enjoy.

Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds

Marry?  Addled it all lam
And flees.   What's wight, as knows.
And every wear that merry wind
On lam, is yours to blow

If owl hurts to cool, won day
(that was a gain vs. cruel)
It made the chilled wren flap and stray
To see on lam, a fool

And sow that each her terns sit out
And still to ring her ear
And weighted patient lee-ward bouts,
"Till, Mary.  Dig up here."

Wide, "Does the land love Mary so?"
The egret chicks do cry:
"Well, Mary loves the lame, you know
That each hen cranes to fly."

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