Inside the wood
I'm counting trees
And in the field
I'm eating bees
Inside the forge
I'm boiling lead
To make the people
Some metal bread
Little creatures in slick coats
Cutting other creatures throats
Stunted poneys eating cats
Singing little strangled notes
The little streets
have come to town
They present me
with a lovely gown
And if you see them
then come with me
And we will drink
some magic tea
I'm collecting meteorites
Scattered in the frozen night's
After long galactic flights
Little black rocks framed in white