In a prehistoric dried up lake,   a million years after the last earthquake,   there lived a little girl who loved to bake.   The only thing she made was cake,   and all she used was salt.   That's all she had, it's not her fault.   Saline the Salt Lake Queen      She used a rudimental substance for   an ingredient that she could pour   into a chalice she carved out of stone.   her only friend, it was a big black crow   who flew with love,   he would fly high above,   look back at her below.      Oh Saline, only seventeen   swollen up with pride.   Oh Saline, under desert's skies   She's a bromide.   She makes green fire   In a tunnel of thorns   and she's got yellow eyes.       She'd cook alone amid a brutal ruin.   It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin'.   An incantation and a crow flew in   Oooooh Oooooh   And then she took a taste   The black crow looked into her face   Saline the Salt Lake Queen      Oooooh, oooooh   Oh Saline, the desert queen      Oh Saline, only seventeen   swollen up with pride.   Oh Saline, under desert's skies   She's a bromide.   She makes green fire   in a tunnel of thorns   and she's got yellow eyes.