Well, Jiminy C became
my performing chosen name,
so if you'll ask, I'll chirp it again.
A loving mother carried her child,
while Imaginations ran him wild.
Bombs and a baby boomed in 56',
setting everyone up for such a fix,
as the stops are being pulled out
to control us all with their tricks.
Tunes have led to many places
blessed to face so many faces.
Desert Stump's a friend of mine,
always liked his speaking in rhymes.
If letters ever took up the mind to blend,
Sturm Steed could sort out Desert's twins.
As for me, Jiminy C, I'm a grooving all the time
'cause I'm knowing the Man of the Great Design!
And if a nose knows what it ought to be sniffing
reality would not find itself slipping.
Verses tell of a much greater plan.
As eternity taunts the heart of man,
he keeps on counting grains of sand
proclaiming so many discoveries
while boasting of whatever he can.
Though we're just like a poor bird
hoping to mend it's broken wings.
Yes, only One could have thought
such amazingly strange things!
Going back to the beginning
where it all started again