Onion lady blows her precious prose

And so it goes

Kisses to the crying cooks

Their bigs in books

With baited hooks

Chorus: And days away from your army

And spend with whimsy kings and slaves

A girl of God becomes a cash flower

A catalog of gardens and graves

Travelers diagram

For where I am

From where I am

Director of visional codes and overloads

It all explodes

Chorus