up rose the mountain and the black cloud fellnsky made a river flowing down from the hillnup rose the mud pile in a dim lit cracknmold came, a mold made in the muck of a shade nnand day and night and day and night nand so onnnup rose the tree line and the wind blew grassnsalt water whittled pieces off of the landnup rose the critters of all types and shapenbrains sizing upwards, taking turns on top of the hillnnand day and night and day and night nand so onnnup rose the manchild, just like the restnbut with big head planning to stay on top of the chainnBook says dominion like a long term plan nbut if time were this song, we'd have been around about as long as this...