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:
Im 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