Babies Making Babies
More water in the air than air
And little bags of jelly there
An angel falling off a cloud
A birth that God would not allow
There's a little bag on the ground
With a vein on the side
Wet enough to survive
It's alive that's inside
Make a hole drain it dry
It's the son it's the one
There's a light from the sky
A fluid fills a million eyes
The goop is dripping from the sky
Placenta at you feet
The universe is underneath