Pesty

 Dragnet fishing in the lower depth

Pest control of the ants nest

Mother sighed fair thee well

And shot a star straight into hell

God was angry at the saint

Who had all but forgotten to paint

The stairway to heaven

And Heaven's restraint

Was not what I would have called

alright, it ain't

Come on tide me over the hills

The boat is heavy

And the way is shrill

And the carbon dioxide plants will kill

Me, thy might, but not before entropy

The dog of oxygen barks and pants

And I am itching from the chaotic ants

Whose will is even and reason will rule

But that's not what they should teach in school

Teach that might is right

Because opportunity knocks

But relativity bites

And he who can seize the bull by the horns

Will master disaster ever since he was born

And she who runs a pork-bellied chop

Will end her days working in a pawn broker shop

Because far below the soft metallic sky

There where they people like ants too afraid to die

And they gave thanks to the blue coloured dye

That kept them in business with the 

Telegraph guy

He told of archangels with troubled wings

Whose broken promise made him lose things

That were not his alone to keep

But he lost them alone, and that made him weep

The spider crawled upon the shelf

And all God's creatures help themself

To Wine and beer and telemetry boxes

Because short circuits are bad for red little foxes

They will bite and gnaw through miles of wire

And force the land to burn in raging fire