Squelch the little weasel
crush him before he spawns
break it to me gently

but with merriment and song

squelch the little weasel

juice him as he bleeds
feed him to the many
for thoust their souls shall weep


sipping of the sunray
blading in the earth

evolving was the nectar
given to the weasel birth


I was just a puppet
until the clouds caved in
bless me now you are sacred

my flesh betwixt my skin