Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now

If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Pleasure, Then Believe.

And Over The Pond Are Sailing Two Swans All White As Snow; Sweet Voices Mysteriously Wailing Pierce Through Me As Onward They Go. They Sail Along, And A Ringing Sweet Melody Rises On High; And When The Swans Begin Singing, They Presently Must Die.

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

In The Image Of The Lion Made He Kittens Small And Curious.

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid