Put a straw under babyYour good deed for the dayPut a straw under babyKeep the splinters away.Let the corridors echoAs the dark places growHear superior's footstepsOn the landing below.There's a place in the orchardWhere no one dare goThe last nun who went thereTurned into a crow.Turned into a crow-crowTurned into a crowThe last nun who went thereTurned into a crow.There's a brain in the tableThere's a heart in the chairAnd they all live in JesusIt's a family affair.
Brian Eno
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