• What’s that a pone the rocks so high
    The clouds do part to shine a pone his crown
    With a beard so free, wild and dry
    From the waters that spray, waters that drown.
    His disciples do stand on the banks behind him
    Each one different, standing sitting watching or waving
    As he sits so mighty on his rock, aura never to dim
    His eyes sharp as he looks forward, just like a ravens
    They were so high class, with the way they sat
    It would not have been a surprise, if they were drinking fine wine
    And even if they were in perfect, either skinny, tall, short or fat
    At least we could tell that some, like kings, they could dine
    We race along, this shimmering land
    The thought of him in our mind, Naked Jesus man