Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen   Makes babies to breathe    With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets   As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer       And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing   They'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating    Until wonderfully wet she will get    Until she's soaked inside her clothes   And there is no sorry to be sorry for      For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft   It made her swallow all her sweat    With every bit of breath she coughs   And when the day it came to pour all her babies   All across the bathroom floor   She will be swimming in them all forevermore