Still child with a bloody pour
Thunder clap and voice roar
From the throne it rings evermore
“You knew the ox would gore”

I have a promise from King Ahman Deux
“Never bind these oxen to subdue”
Yet the ground prays from a bloody pour
“You knew an ox would gore”

I winked and ignored my oxen
So my ship really has no coxswain
Still a thunderclap and a voice roar
“You knew some ox would gore”

A bloody pond prays from the ground
Cry of unkissed mother’s kiss its sound
Thundering as loud as the thunderclap roar
“You all knew an ox would gore”

— Donnie Bryson