What manner of rare quandary is this
A bloated stinking body came floating down the river
When the floodwaters came
But no one recognized it so no one ventured forth
To put in a claim
What manner of rare quandary is this
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy
Your young men shall see visions
Your old men shall dream dreams
And people with wax heads
Should stay out of the sun
What manner of rare quandary is this
And once before I join the Choir Invisible
Kindly pause to let me catch my failing breath
Before resuming you bid
To kill me to death
What manner of rare quandary is this