Remember down at Shady Acres
Where the grass was over grown
Ring Ring Ring went the sound
Of a rotary dial
It’s your Daddy on the phone
I asked you to take care of them
My children and my wife
You ate instead the bread I gave them
Took my very life
Little Nate he understands
He’s doing very well
Though he bears the marks your sins have given
In the blood in which he fell
The incorrectly ordered man
Is deadly to himself
And my daughter writes in place of me
That book upon a shelf
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 