When the wind was still a baby
And the rain just learning how to fall
Everyone told you
You’d never be good enough
You knew they were right
So you took your own life
But came back as a ghost
To throw them all a big fat toast, singing
When the first zoo’s stolen tiger was just a kitten
And the natives still owned the land
You came back as a fierce apparition
To show the people what they had been missing
Holding a square globe in your hand
You said ‘this is the Spectrecube’
And demanded virgin sacrifice
Or whatever else they could get going
Couldn’t make sacrifice in time
Children started crying, and dying
Father said ‘We’ll just have to wait until next year for a good crop’
The people weeded themselves out
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