squelch the little weasel

crush him before he spawns

break it to me gently

but with merriment and song



squelch the little weasel

juice him as he bleeds

feed him to the many

for thoust their souls shall weep



sipping of the sunray

blading in the earth

evolving was the nectar

given to the weasel birth



i was just a puppet

until the clouds caved in

bless me now you are sacred

my flesh betwixt my skin