.[Verse 1]
You scuffed your Sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
To chase the wolves from your baby sister>
Who was eating dirt in the flowerbed
Near the house where your mother hung her head
And wept for the Lord to fill her up
Like buttermilk pancakes at Sunday brunch<.>
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