On a mound of dust,
Tied to a ruse
Water and grain
Water and grain
To loose this thing
Both straw and chain
Flap it away
Flap it away
and Pray . . .
When all is still you\'ll find the nooses
And you\'ll be freed from the secret
Evil uses
For as with the Earth and what it buries
The Wind chooses what it carries
On the Final Day
So raise that beak and breathe
Be Faithful Goose
To Your One True Muse.