After seven days He was quite tired, so God said: 'let there be a day Just for picnics, with wine and bread' He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine And what with God there, they asked him questions Like: do you have to eat Or get your hair cut in heaven? And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?
God suffled his feet and glanced around at them The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
So he said: 'once there was a body Who woke up with blue hair To him it was a joy Until he ran out into the warm air- He thought of hos he friends would come to see And would they laugh or had he got some strange disease? '
God suffled his feet, and glanced around at them The people cleared their throats and satred right back at him
The people sat waiting Out on their blankets in the garden But God said nothing So someone asked him, 'i beg your pardon: I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke- Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke? '
God shuffle his feet and glanced around at them The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
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