His name was Fargo

The blaring alarm The rooster in the farm

a flock of birds white above my head, always in another direction they head

beni dinle everywhere i go, i see you everyone i go to speaks of your name

Into my bosom poked a small child by the name Boe. Said he, some things are just so

sit me upright, I've fallen smashed to the floor

we were talking about weather  i said i like it rainy, cloudy

a ray of light has been broken by touch

i saw you talking to a gathering, Mister Flask you were strolling along kinder lake, good sir flask