Little snow, little barrio   Little Paul, little Muriel   Little gnome, little Toad of (?)   Little nose, little smilin' mouth      I'm goin down   I'm goin down      I heard the sermon on the mound   They want your guardians to bow   They want your blood, and they want it now      It'll go like it always goes   Wind'll blow like it always blows   It'll snow as it often snows   Grass'll grow as it needs to grow      It'll all go down   It'll all go down      I know what hidin's all about   And what your parents disallowed   They want your blood, and they want it now