[i]Staring at the sundown, a green flash of memory. In the lambent light I spy my ma, my pa, and me. We were digging for a dino, ‘Neath the sunny mornin’ sky, though… Lookin’ back now only I know, What it’s gonna be. They unearthed that golden box, From the dirt and bone and rock. And the Bonzais came a crawlin’ What they did next was appalin’ Golden hunger ever callin’ Needin’ to be fed. And those yellow-bellied cowards Saw that ma and pa were showered, With the lead rain and the flowers… Were bloomin’ red.[/i]