The Official Picnic Song

The chickens are flying upside down

into their fryers predestined

and I ceremonially transcend

my strawberry-suckling friend.

We sing the official picnic song

and I'm suddenly less young.

I fall asleep and I sleep so long

an anthill grows on my tongue.

Is your quality of life sufficient

for the treatment to continue?

Each blind benign atrocity steals

the sorry from your sinew.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Trust me

to sing the official picnic song

to sing the official picnic song

to sing the official picnic song

"They had a Hitler cat and a Stauffenberg dog

(one eye missing and half a paw)."