After leaving my grandfather's manufactory, God
Wandered for a long while, stopping now and then
To make money for the next stage of His journey;
When all else failed He'd find work as a scarecrow
So when I went looking for Him I talked to scarecrows
Who'd left their fields for life in the City.
They said God had excelled at scaring crows but at last
Had changed sides and, rising into the air on black wings,
Zig-zagged towards the west, cawing harshly.
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