they move they touch perhaps too much they love to sing only to be seen they are cross cause they are clean they are grave cause they are green by tongue by teeth by fist or feet there s two on the nose it s bloodied and broke i hid to see eyes full of rose she tips on her toes her father s ears they are keen late in a dream it remains to be seen if his grave is in flames they move they touch perhaps too much they love to sing only to be seen they are cross cause they are clean they are grave cause they are green