You can laugh at me But actually There’s a catastrophe That’s gonna come right after me It’ll capture, seize And attack with disease And all blackness will freeze But then naturally There will certainly be An explosion, you’ll see But just act like me And attack like me Revolve, respond, and react like me And you will see that which I see Till then we’ll have to watch to see Be shot to breathe Get caught to flee Forgotten, rotten Dirt, filthy Be not like greed Think not you need All thoughts you bleed Are falsely freed A salty seed Has bought some meat A treat for you and me to eat But where there’s death The Red Fern grows And what of life? God only knows