The sky is angry mouth where a plum used to be
Quick color the departure walls
O! Lord, I can’t believe the news
Everywhere shimmering sudden light
Hey! Do you want to go the Featherwood Hospital?
Hey Doctor! Nothing touches the tired spot.
Clip the clouds from the fingers
Everywhere simmering sudden light.
Let’s check into the Featherwood Hospital.
A tin man, do I have a heart?
Oh no! check my pulse
Quick call a nurse
I’m getting worse!
Wood or feather?
What do you prescribe?