The Gods are
not Crazy
Words & Music by Leslie Fish
Look
out your window, and what do you spy?
Rain falling out of a sun-shiny sky,
It's changing to hailstones that weigh
half-a-ton,
With seven live frogs hopping out of each one.
It's not the Last Judgment, stop wailing of sin,
It's only the Gods at wine-tasting again!
Chorus:
So, drink,
drink to Charlie Forts' memory,
Marvelous doings and marvelous sights.
Drink, drink, we may as well join t hem.
The Gods are not crazy, they're higher than
kites!
When
strange objects tumble from out of the clouds
Stay under cover, for Thor's gotten plowed!
Those odd, manlike creatures are not saucer-men,
But shape-shifting Mercurys, plastered again!
It's not Armageddon, it's only a sign,
That this season's ambrosia really is fine!
Weird
cloven hoof-prints dance all up and down,
To glow on the streets and the walls of your
town.
Made by some creature that ran on two legs.
Plus, the sheep are all pregnant, and the
roosters laid eggs.
Don't blame the Devil or run to the hills.
It's only old Pan, and he's crocked to the
gills!
Eerie
lights blossom all over the sky.
Put on your sunscreen, Apollo is high!
The boulders have moved and the animals talk.
A tiddly great Goddess is out for a walk.
Don't wail of UFOS, there's nothing to fear. . .
Just be thankful the drink's not this good every
year!
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