He serves the grass with salads of wildflowers 

The sun a nuclear flame thrower so empowered
From which we have no safegauard and no shield
Burned the grass and bit the newborn flowers

In the sky for more than fifteen hours
The bare skinned Christian folkd to cancer yield
The sun a matchless flame thrower  empowered

Deprived of thunder,lightning and sharp showers
The trees are dying and the ground is seared
Now burns the grass festooned with frames of flowers

Underneath dead leaves  the frogs  now cower
The toad is bolder,oh,I see him peer
The sun a matchless flame thrower  empowered

The Xmas tree grown mighty will endure
At its peak a blackbird sings out clear
Well burns the grass  festooned with its wild flowers

At first  the heat was  glory ,now we fear
First snow and ice then Joan of Arc’s great pyre
The sun’s  no crime, the burning is desire.
He serves the grass with salads of wildflowers