Well, hello, Jonah! And - whaddya' know? -
I see Geppetto and Pinnochio!
It's gettin' crowded, from head to tail.
Guess we're all livin' in the belly of the whale.
At least it's cozy, and nice and warm.
And it gives us shelter from the ragin' storm,
N' though I smell trouble, I can say at least,
I'm not deeper in the belly of the beast.
We stumble through this world of darkness, pain and doubt
We suffer in this prison, we struggle to get out.
With strivin' strength, and study, we might finally find a way.
To flee this night and reach the light of day.
Hey, now, Gepetto, what's that you've got?
As ideas go - hah! - I'd say that's hot.
Count me in! I like you're plan,
To burn the belly of leviathan
Thank you, Jonah, I liked your prayer.
But will you now please get over here.
You've got to labor, and not just wish.
To get out of the belly of the fish.
Hurray, brothers! We're finally out!
Hallelujah sisters! Raise a joyful shout!
From hell bellow we've gotten hurled,
But we're still livin' in the belly of the world.
Anyone care to disseminate this for us?