Tent Peg in the Temple

He's dead and naked

I'm naked, too

He's dead and naked

But he's still wearing his shoes

Once there was an ugly woman

Who was told to tell the truth

and so she said we needed fighters

Who were mean but mainly lighter

Than the metal war machinery

That was used to make us scream

and So we gathered up an army

That was thin, but then a storm be-

gan and it was really raining

Like some swollen lakes were draining

Into thunderclouds and breaking

As our enemies were waking

They were stuck like legless bugs there

In a mucky mire of mud where

They were stabbed and left to squirm

Like lost and lonely wiggle worms

He's dead and naked

I'm naked, too

He's dead and naked

But he's still wearing his shoes

Cautiously their leader ran

Until he saw me and my hand

Inviting him to come inside

My tent where he could safely hide

He was shivering and wet

And so I said that I would get

Some clothes but then his tender eyes

Reached out and made me recognize

This vile and evil enemy

As someone soft and even sweet

Confused, I said he needed rest

But then somehow we were undressed

I said I heard someone outside

And rolled him in a rug and cried

I drove a tent stake in his head

And continued crying... as he bled