God Shuffled His Feet

After seven days he was quite tired so God said
"Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade

The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like, "Do you have to eat?" or "Get your hair cut in Heaven?"
"And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?"

God shuffled his feet
And glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back at him

So he said, "Once there was a boy who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friend would come to see
And would they laugh or had he got some strange disease?"

God shuffled his feet
And glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back at him

People sat waiting out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing so someone asked him
"Beg your pardon, I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke
Was that a parabole or a very subtile joke?"

God shuffled his feet
And glanced around at them
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back at him