Brother, dear brother, I came as quickly as I could   The digital haze is broken   The banished ones are gone for good   Gone for good      Now there must be a wedding, wedding   Now there must be a feast   A feast, a feast, a smorgasbord at least   A brunch, a munch of cake if just a piece      Not just a vat of chitlins   Or turkey meat you see   We are what we eat, so we must eat a leaf   We'll dine under a tree unless it snows