The kerosene can on the mantel reposes
Its contents were sprinkled all over the fire
And all that poor Kathleen O'Donohue knows is
This dull world has changed for a sphere that is higher
The kerosene can on the mantel reposes,
Its contents were sprinkled all over the fire,
And all that poor Kathleen O'Donohue knows is,
This dull world has changed for a sphere that is higher.