In the magical land of lemmingway...
there lived an old prophet named "eleban loew"
and he taught all the farmers to reap and to sow.

Many seasons were free
and the people happy

'til they all fell off a cliff

So their angels did weep
for they still had to reap!
but their souls flew into the sky

they were still quite perplexed
and very much vexxed
"oh why, did we have to die?"

oh they still had to farm,
and to weave a great yarn
so they did not want to go

"there is no time to waste!
go-make haste in fast pace!"
said the ghost of eleban loew

The stars are all full
of the farming you know

where you will farm and grow
inside a wormhole!

so they yelled and rejoiced
in a very loud voice
"TO THE WORMHOLES WE SHALL GO"