After seven days
He was quite tired, so God said
"Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade

The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like "do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in Heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?"

God shuffled His feet
And glanced around
At them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back
At Him

So he said "once, there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friends would come to see
Would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?"

And God shuffled His feet
And glanced around
At them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back
At Him

The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him "I beg your pardon
Not quite clear about what you just spoke
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

God shuffled His feet
And glanced around
At them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back
At Him