Tulips Knot Daisies
It was the Cinco de Mayo
In the middle of the castle
And the workers wanted vengence
There was not even a morsel
And nasutes fought without jaws
Those who walk on golden fields
Trample down on ant hills
Swamped by the rattling
Swept into the baffling
But who knew
Far too few
Would answer the call
Would farm at all
Those whose words will never heal
Assume the worst against their will
Sam Salter: electric guitar
Eric J. Nelson: ukelele, bass, pennywhistle, keyboards, percussion, vox